June 29, 2012
Thanks to Channing Tatum and Matthew McConaughey, the estrogen and the liquor were flowing tonight at the restaurant. Strategically located next to the larger of two local movie theaters, our burger and fries emporium is always flooded with people when a new movie comes out. Tonight, with the launching of Magic Mike, Ted, and Spider Man, was no exception. The amount of tingling ovaries that strolled through our doors between the hours of six and ten tonight, biding their time before they could really be satisfied, was enough to...make me wish I could throw back a cocktail and join them. Believe it or not, I actually had fun at my job tonight. One table in particular was filled with eight women who put the vice in service. (That was a really lame joke, but better than putting holla in the alcohol, which was the only other thing I could think of.)
These ladies came in with the intention of getting fed and getting tipsy, and I was more than happy to help them. Besides getting my tables laid, I also do my best to get them drunk. I just have a really hard time saying no to someone who looks so happy with a straw between her lips and a garnish between her fingers. One woman in particular started the night off with two double Captain Morgans and Diet Cokes. Her drink was so well received that at least half of the table ended ordering one each for themselves. She had about three or four (or five, but the last one I made sure was a single), and by the third one, she had already welcomed me as just another gal pal. Another woman, who arrived late, ordered nothing but drinks. She told me that she was going to meet her husband in a little while and needed to be prepared. I incorrectly guessed that his name was Channing Tatum, but she didn't mind enlightening me that her true love was Matthew McConaughey. After taking her order and being shone the light, I said, "Yup, we never meet the boys sober," showing that I was a kindred spirit. The ladies and I spent the hour and a half leading up to their eight o' clock movie joking around the table and charging up the bill. Of course, serving eight women, I hopped from end to end like a crazy person, offering drink refills and taking orders until my fingers were numb. Still, I was happy to do it all because I genuinely liked these biddies. They seemed like the kind of women that, if I'm still single by age forty (which you all better pray doesn't happen or else I will be #bitter), I would love to accompany on a girls' night.
By the end of their meal, something happened that has never happened to me before in my serving career and probably will never happen again. I received a round of applause from these lovely ladies, which meant more to me than any tip ever will. ("They liked me; they really liked me.") Of course, my tip wasn't too shabby either. Although separating a $150 check eight different ways was no simple task, the added tips from each person made the extra concentration and effort worth it. I have never really wanted to thank a table before, but I'm grateful that these ladies ended up in my section. So I guess my life isn't always filled with #servergirlstruggz; sometimes, there are #servergirlsuccesses.
These dirty plates aren't the only thing that's a hot mess. #servergirlstruggz
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