terry
terry Saturday June 4
i've been working one night a week at merry ann's diner these days. i can use the extra cash, and let's face it: working at the drunk tank on a thursday morning at 2am is, at the very least, entertaining.
non-smoking wasn't that busy; there was never really a time that i was flexing my serving muscle to the limit. i like it like that, though, because it gives me time to talk to everyone. plinko and i notice that proportionally, the more time you take to talk to your clients for that shift, the more tip you get.
seated at table ten were two people: a 'metrosexual' man, who worked at the bar next door, and a woman with him who used to work at crane alley. she was attempting to get a job at the bar next door where her friend works, but as of yet, they were both settling for breakfast.
i talked to both of them for some time about crane alley and working in bars in general. after they left, i noticed that the following was written on the back of their guest check:
mark, thank you for the great breakfast this morning -- terry -- (309) xxx-xxxx.
the handwriting didn't give a clear indication of gender, and so we had to wonder. i don't think i would call just for the fear of what i would say if the dude picked up.
