Sipping the Tea

Just when I think about handing in my apron, I have d*mn good day. It's not right. It's not even FAIR.

It was a beautiful day, too.

When Harrison (one of my co-workers) asked me how my day was, I replied, "Yea, yea, it's fine."

"But Haleigh, it's a beautiful day outside! You should be better than 'fine'!"

"But Harry, we aren't OUTSIDE. We're inside working as SLAVES."

".... genius point right there."


No, but I had really sweet customers (as usual). I had one table with a daughter and her two elderly parents who were very deaf, so she would order for them, and then the sweet old lady would turn to me and order it again, so I'm smiling and doing my best not to laugh. The daughter just went ahead and let it out. They were a hysterical family.

"And give them some promise butter too."
"Oh, dear, I would also like some promise butter!"

"Just give him a sweet tea with lemon."
"Darlin' I'd love a sweet tea! With some lemons?"

And she's laughing hysterically and saying, "I HAVE AN ECHO."

So finally I started laughing with her when I realized it was OK.

Then there were the kids. Have I told all of you about my love for children? I want three hellion boys and a little girl. I used to swear up and down against having children, but if I find the right man, holy hell, I'm having me some kids. It comes with being a waitress and little boys going:

"I like your green eyes!"

Or the delight on their faces when I give them a dessert -

"Ma'am, this has got to be the best sundae I ever had!" (Baseball uniform dirty, dirt smudged over the face, biggest grin in the world.)

I really, really, want to kiss their faces. I never knew I had a maternal side until I started waitressing.

Five-year old charmers, I swear.

The night went as smooth as butter. The managers were in a good mood, laughing and telling stories, teasing us. The chefs were in a good mood.

For such a horribly bad school day, it was a very, very nice work day. Strange.





I've decided to take a semester off. I know that statistics are against me, but I will come back. I just need a break. I think I decided this when I wrote "I Am a Myth", but I didn't really want to solidify the idea. This will give me time to find a solid apartment, to take up some more payments off my Dad, to figure out what the hell I want to do in life. I need direction, and I'm tired of wasting money on semesters that I half-*** because I don't feel like it's worth it. I'm tired of ... being a slacker. I need to figure myself out. So yea. Big decision.