Ahhhh….. Friday night…..you get to work….check out the reservation book…..make sure everything you need is in order and all stocked up……get your best game face on….. bull shit with your fellow workers……get your styrofoam cup ready with your beverage of choice, (iced tea, water , coke, whatever) write your name on the cup, some figure out who they are going to borrow a wine key from…..actually, at one point in time, I got tired of losing my wine key by loaning it out, and never getting it back, that I started asking for collateral before loaning it out. “Sure, you can borrow my wine key, give me your keys or your phone.” It worked, I never lost one again.
A few early tables trickle in….and then it’s like being a the starting gate of the Kentucky Derby, all of a sudden….”They’re off!”
Things are going smooth….everyone is in sync…..it’s the server ballet….all the finely tuned machines are running smooth, except for a couple of servers who don’t know the ballet, and most likely never will. They’ll be trying to tap dance and shuffle around the rest, eventually stepping on their own feet…..the ballet dancers deftly pirouette around them….making even wider circles when they come unsteadily plodding trough with a large heavy tray in one hand and a tray jack in the other…those that witness this are oftentimes uncertain as to the fate of the tray……holding their breath until the tray is awkwardly, yet usually safely lowered to the tray jack. Whew.
I have seen trays dump over, or plates fall off, to the amusement of all that see this…(for some, it’s the most excitement they’ve had all week).. ..except for the server, who’s totally embarrassed, the cook who’s totally pissed, and has to remake the entrée, and the poor soul who now has to wait longer for their meal. Oh well, shit happens. Happy Friday!
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