I've just gotten home from my shift. The time flew by with rapid razor wings. At one point I had about six tables with a two person minimum, and one with 5 teens ordering floats and hot chocolate. It was insanity, I was sweating, running with coffee pots, apologizing for things, burning myself with hot plates to the point of welts (my friend Aaron taught me to put yellow mustard on burns the second it happens...IT WORKS ) I was forgetting, laughing, wanting to cry, and becoming annoyed with the needy Persian people on table five. Here's the thing: I made bank tonight. I walked (with the help of a $20 tip from a family friend) with $98. I became coy with a table of "my types" and they were sweet and kind and made the chaos seem subdued. I had bitchy teens ask me in valley-girl tones to get them "chiiiiicken fuuuungers aaaaand....a shuuuuurley templeee pluhease" Right. A boy, probably a Junior in High School thought it'd be funny to be flirty and got nothing from this end of the see- saw. His lady friends commenced to give me dirty looks and yell at him outside about how I'm not that pretty. Cool guys, make sure you get home before your mothers get too worried. You have school tomorrow.
Overall, it was intense in every single way, BUT I love still.
Nightfall.
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