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Yay Mom!

December 2nd, 2006 (02:31 pm)

Had a really nice visit with Mum Last night. It was a strange one
given the circumstances...but if she has taught me anything (and she has) it is how to
make the very best of unusual circumstances.

She came by Opal's just a bit after 4PM, I was scurrying about but not terribly busy. I
had her sit at a table by the wait-station and kitchen door so that I would have every
opportunity to visit with her while I was working.

She was made comfortable with a cup of hot tea, and I began introducing her
to the usual-suspects...

Chet (Fearless Leader and GM) was in prime form, not only remembering where my
folks lived, but to mispronounce it because she loves to correct me when I continue
to insist on saying it wrong.
(Waxahachie: not WAX like candle, but WOKS like chopsticks)
She made the correction, and he giggled. I adore Chet.

One by one as waiters, cooks and mangers strolled in I had them meet Mum, everyone
was great. She held court at her little side table by the window and every time I scooted
past with a tray she was chatting animatedly with one of my co-workers. She was a hit!

Kitchen and Front of the House Management decided they simply had to pick up her meal...

This was the only time we would have with each other, and having not seen her in what
must be nearly a year--I was happy to have what I could get. She stayed for my entire
shift... shortened of course, by the weather, but still--a good five hours!

I loved hearing her input as she watched the place fill with people, and the 7 waiters,
4 bartenders, 4 cooks and MOD run around doing what we do. I felt proud of my place
and the people I work with. She had fun people watching, and as I was not busy (my
tables were outside--under lamp heaters! Rare and stout folk?) I was able to sit down
every few minutes and catch up a bit with her.

(Busy, yes, but not Friday-Night Busy)

I felt her eyes on me when I was busy, and lofted a tray of fragile drinks up on my finger
tips and over my head, while chatting with a regular who had strolled in, and bumping
the door open with my butt--to head out onto the deck.

I don't think she has ever seen me wait before.
I don't think before last night she really had a good picture of what I do.

She got a sampling of pretty much the whole circle--including a drunk guy
swinging around
and knocking a tray full of drinks out of my hands while I navigated the crowd.
Had he not been heading out the door--I am pretty sure she would have gotten up
and given him a good talking to.


I sat with her while I did my check out, explaining as I went over credit slips and
counted the cash. So you have all the cash on you the whole time? I wondered where
the register was?
Nope, it's just on us, we can get change from the bartender.

I pulled out my tips for the Bartender, the Busser, the Expo...and counted up my take.
We discussed the hazards of this system as she asked questions,
how percentages could work against one if the customer did not understand the rules?
I could actually PAY to serve a table,
if they stiffed me or left too small a tip???

Mom thought that was horrible.
I assured her that for every table that did me wrong, another one picked up the slack.
It's not a perfect system--but it has lasted as long as it has because for the most part
it works. There is a kind of Balance.
A Dance?

I had tried to get hold of Benjamin earlier, but was unable to reach him at home.
Serendipity was on our side...and he wandered in just in time for me to have been cut
and Mum to still have an hour before she needed to go pick up her friend from the
meeting she had come to Town for! I was tickled to pieces.

The two of them chattered away together while I ate my dinner,
Ben was wonderful.

Cannot wait for Christmas, for us all to be together...him to meet the rest of the Clan,
the rest of the Clan to meet him.

Mom headed off to pick up her friend at 9PM, and Benjamin followed my bundled up
little self home on my scooter...It was only 45 degrees so it was not as bad as I had
thought it would be.

An easy 2.3 Miles, with my Benjamin right behind me in the truck...


Posted by: Gregory Parks (tokenpants)
Posted at: December 2nd, 2006 08:57 pm (UTC)

I've been to Waxahachie! I have a friend who lives there. Crazy.

Posted by: Red Lipstick & Green Ink (ginger931)
Posted at: December 2nd, 2006 09:21 pm (UTC)
Little City Grin



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