Line of the week
After a hard shift waitstaff everywhere gather for a solemn moment.
No, not the debauchery of blow, whiskey and "the grass"
That comes later.
The after shift meal.
That is unless a table comes in late in the shift, the moment after I ring my food in (happens 100% of the time)
Well, we were gathered for our hard earned meal when a couple from the patio walked past.
"Oh! I see they let the help eat!?" Exclaimed the lady of the couple.
Yes, they "let" us eat, we just don't go recharge in the closet after we fetch you your third martini.