More Tales From Serving

bonus picture from seminary!

lately i've started to feel more comfortable being myself at work. which mostly means i just say whatever i want.
--a table came in and was mad that the band wouldn't be playing that evening. i happened to be their server and was dared to dance for them as a requital. in the heat of the moment i stalked right up to that table and started singing, "my name is brooke. can you get any drinks? any drinks? any drinks drinks drinks?" needless to say they drank it up.
--on a not so joyous note, i recently had a large table who just wasn't in the mood for conversing with the lowly waitress. i had a basket of fries in my hand and as i walked up to the table i asked, "is there anything else i can do for you guys?" while simultaneously placing the fries on the table. two fries sailed down to meet the cheap wood from which the article of furniture was made and i exclaimed "oh no! there goes two fries!" in case you haven't yet noticed i had made a rhyme, guys and fries. i stated this fact to the spectators while i laughed, inwardly and outwardly about the incident. ten sets of eyes stared up at me in dumbfounderment and i could almost hear their introverted comments, "was that supposed to be a joke?", "i hope she doesn't expect me to tip her more for that.", "just give us the fries. no dialogue necessary." i speedily headed to the back and added gratuity.