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28 • Waitress

28 • Waitress

I feel my hands shake slightly under the large tray placed above my hands. I may have lied when I said I liked this job better than working with children.

Sure, children suck and they drool everywhere but at least you don't have to carry them on your arms until they feel as though they are going to fall off. I don't like that!

I walk over to the table and place the tray down, finally being able to relieve my muscles.

"The cola?" I smile as the lady raises her hand slightly. "Alright, there you go! The two lemonades?"

The two boys on the other side of the table raise their hands, "here," they mutter. I slide their drinks over to them flashing them a flirty smile.

"And the orange juice?" I ask politely, putting on the fakest smile I can. A small child puts his hand up and as soon as I pass it to him he goes to grab it and he knocks the glass over. I grab up the tray so it doesn't ruin it and I quickly jump back.

"I'm sorry," I apologise for no reason as I suddenly remember the motto we were taught.

The customer is always right.

No matter how little I had worked in customer service for prior to this. I have only just begun to hate that saying.

Customers suck! And I know that from first hand knowledge, I have been a dick to waiters before but now I realise that they don't have control over shit. They may look in charge as they carry your meals out but that is simply all they do.

Carry your meals out.

"I'll run and get some napkins!" I apologetically exclaim as I run to the opening of the small kitchen area.

"What happened?" Grayson asks as he picks up some plates after seeing me scramble up a bunch of napkins.

"Fucking child can't seem to grab a drink!" I groan, rushing back as Grayson runs off to deliver his plates.

I didn't realise until now but it gets extremely busy in here, even just at lunch time like it was now. Grayson and I barely have enough time to talk to each other as we have to keep moving around taking orders and delivering food.

I begin to pad down the drink, soaking up as much as possible into the napkins. I rub off all the water, replacing the napkins in my hand so I am not just spreading the mess. They all just stare at me, wanting to help but feeling too awkward too.

I smile at them, even though I am annoyed at shit. You guys are not the only ones in this joint, I got other things to do! I roll my eyes internally before finishing up my clean.

"Alright, I will send over another glass, I am so sorry!" I mutter again, probably sounding a bit too sympathetic.

"Thank you!" One of them blurts as I walk away over to the bar.

"Hey Bill!" I yell, seeing him on the other side as I also hear the bell to my right, indicating another tray I need to take out to a customer.

"Bill!" I yell again, finally catching his attention.

He spins around showing me a 'What?' face.

"We need another orange juice!" I exclaim, and he just nods grabbing out another glass. "I'll be right back!"

Bill is a nice guy, probably the person I like the most at this restaurant who works here permanently. Near the beginning of today I dropped a couple of glasses on a tray and he helped me clean up the mess and made up a new set of drinks for me to take out.