The Waiter Chronicles (part 6)

Everybody is speaking Spanish and Italian. It cuts off a choice avenue of learning, the conversations of those who know what they're doing. But since they're not talking to each other in a language I can understand, it doesn't do me any good. Plus, it makes me feel like they're talking about me.

Broken glass count: holding steady at 2.

Most of my time was taken today in helping Grandpa attend to a table of 16. That's crazy enough, but these folks were from the local art museum. Let's say they were avant-garde in their ordering, like it would be pedestrian to order something exactly as it appears on the menu. One person doing that is to be expected, maybe even two or three in a group like that. But over half of them had some special request for their order. Needless to say, some of them got screwed up.

Towards the end of lunch, two guys came in for a business lunch. I waited on them the entire time, from beginning to end, collecting a nice $5 tip. I've lost my tip-innocence.

I work dinner tomorrow night, then I'm off for three straight days.