by waiter | Feb 12, 2023 | Uncategorized
“The parking lot is packed,” my wife, said. “It doesn’t look good.” “I’ll go inside and see,” I said. “You never know.” “I’ll wait out here.” Upon entering the restaurant, I went up to the hostess, “I know it’s a longshot. But do...
by waiter | Jul 13, 2022 | Uncategorized
Years ago, when my wife to be and I were Christmas shopping in a ritzy mall replete with Tiffany, Hermes, Rolex and high couture retailers, we decided to get coffee in the VIP lounge to which Annie’s uber elite travelers credit card gave us entrée. When we got inside,...
by waiter | Aug 7, 2019 | Uncategorized
A few weeks ago our dishwasher, an old Kenmore that came with the house, gave up the ghost. After decades of barebones apartment living washing dishes by hand, the thought of not having a machine to do that chore was anathema to my middle class soul. So my...
by waiter | Apr 24, 2008 | Uncategorized
It’s Saturday night and Café Machiavelli is bursting at the seams. Impatient customers waiting to be seated are laying siege to the hostess stand. Since my section’s closest to the entrance, I get to hear the panicked bleating emanating from the entitled hordes....
by waiter | Apr 19, 2007 | Uncategorized
“Hello and welcome,” I greet my new table, a prosperous looking couple in their fifties. “And how are you this evening?” “What are the specials?” the woman says, not gracing me with eye contact as she rummages through her purse....
