To the Rescue!

I’ve received a couple of aggrieved emails lamenting that I haven’t written many posts this week. I’m grateful to have readers that eagerly await each post. The readers, as you can see by the comments, are one of the major reasons why Waiter Rant’s traffic has steadily risen over the past months. Thank you!

Normally I post two to three times per week. This past week has been especially crazy for me. My brother got married over the weekend. Now, “Fluvio,” my boss, is going on vacation and I’m going to be living at the Bistro for the next twelve days. That’s right – I’m gonna have to drag my laptop to work!

Right now, this instant, I’m sitting to write a post when Fluvio calls.

“Hello?”

“Get over here. Gwen is throwing up all over the place.”

Oh, that’s appetizing.

I groan and look at the clock. It’s too early to be hearing this shit.

“So what do you want me to do?” I ask.

“The restaurant is full and I have no one to work,” Fluvio says. I can hear the near panic rising in his voice.

“Can Gwen hold on till I get there?” I ask.

“I don’t think so.”

I sigh deeply. I wanted to post today. But I’ve got a job to do. I’ve got to go now.

“I’m on my way boss,” I say. Off to the rescue. Again.

“Thanks!” Fluvio says hanging up.

Folks – I’ve got to go! I’m a waiter after all!

Have a nice weekend. New stories next week!

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Comments

To the Rescue! — 3 Comments

  1. I once worked as a waiter.

    So I’m delivering a steak to this guy. He says,” Hey! Your thumb is on my steak!”

    I says,” What? You want it to fall on the floor again?”

  2. Love your blog…usually not too interested in the readers’ comments, though (hyprocritical, I know, as I sit here sending one.) Subcomandante Bob’s comment ROCKS…Nearly as funny as the stuff Waiter writes. LOL! Carry on, Waiter, can’t wait to read more of your stuff.

  3. Subcomandante Bob – one of my coworkers had a lady send back a baked potato three different times complaining that it was not hot enough, and how could she (my coworker) not know that ?!?!? My friend got written up because she told the guests, “I’m so sorry ma’am, but it’s not like I can stick my finger in there to know that it’s just right!”

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