My shift as a server last night was terrible.

My tables were full all night. The guests were impatient, demanding, or downright rude; take your pick. Three hours of non-stop busyness. Three hours of rushing, scurrying, and bustling. And a healthy dose of tripping over myself.

To the white-haired lady dressed in dreamsicle orange…

who wasn’t too busy barking requests to say hello
who smiled back when I flashed her a grin
who stopped to comment on my “beautiful straight teeth”
who wanted me to look into dental modeling
who refused to order until I promised to do so

…thank you.