Working in a restaurant that is one step above Chuck E Cheese, I serve families with small children on the daily. And, I absolutely love it. I think kids are great. Even the screamers and throwers get me. Truth be told, I'm most susceptible to young children who come in with their dads. This is probably because my sexist cultural conditioning has made me less expectant of this scenario. Thus, I appreciate it more when I see it, like today.
A father came in with his (I'm guessing) two year old son, and I was instantly enamored. The little blondie was adorable as he ordered chocolate milk and then pizza for himself. That may not seem like a great task, but children five years older have failed at it, opting for the parental translator. I was so impressed by his maturity, and that was even before he asked to hold my hand.
Well, technically, he didn't ask; he just trust out his short arm, and his chubby, little fingers reached towards me. I could not leave this young gentleman hanging. I grabbed his hand, put my other over my heart, and just smiled down at him. His returning smile was mostly toothless but completely beautiful. His dad got a kick out of the whole thing, and we both laughed over the odd but still cute situation. Eventually, our hands parted as I went off to serve other tables, but the feeling of the moment endured.
I have such a soft spot for father-son duos, and they certainly were no exception. On the contrary, I think that they are my favorite. Apparently, the dad didn't think that I was too bad either because he left me a ten dollar tip...on a twenty dollar check!
Still, it wasn't my tip, but the tips of the little boy's fingers holding onto mine that made this table memorable.
These dirty plates aren't the only thing that's a hot mess. #servergirlstruggz
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