Tuesday, May 24, 2005

fresh meat

we have a new girl at the resturant.

she seems nice enough, quiet, young, naive. typically she needs help.
"what is in a tossed salad?'

today she followed me around like a lost puppy. attempting to make small talk. forgetting to run her food. forgetting tables.
"is that my section?"

she has yet to learn the art of joking with a table, anticipating their needs, recognizing when their glass is empty.
"you need a refill?"

she has no clue where anything is or how to do her sidework. and though i tell her, it's in one ear and out the other.
"don't tell me, i'll remember this one..."

i like her, she'll be a great server.

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