It was a really slow day at work yesterday. Tuesday days have been historically slow, but yesterday was particularly slug like. It could have been the 90 deg weather or the fact that July is the month families generally go on vacation.
Whichever it was it was slow. It was also a really really good day. I served some great people, some regulars I haven't seen in awhile, and that was rewarding.
Quality over quantity? Maybe.
There is the son and father who the first day I served them I was a wreck and was running around like a crazy person. It's nice to get into a rhythm now, have my head on straight and bring them exactly what I know they want. A pitcher of water because they drink like fish. They came in with their sister / daughter mom / wife not too long ago and that was fun to see them interact with their very friendly family.
There were the two older gentlemen, both bachelors I think, and loaded. They have great style for older guys, and are actually kind of charming. Not in a creepy old guy way, but like a sweet wiser elder way. They drink their Coors LIghts, and order our Imperial salad with no sesame seeds. We always talk about something weird. They picked up on the last remnants of my flu, via my runny and stuffy nose. Guy in seat one was wearing boat loafers and some bling im sure he picked up on has last sailling trip and guy in seat two flip flops and board shorts. Pretty sweet for two old guys.
Then on table 703 was the most adorable couple who almost got me in trouble last time I served them because I couldn't get anything else done, they wouldn't stop talking. They just got back from a 6 week trip back east because one of their mothers had a series of unfortunate events including her health and her house. Her house which her husband had built, and now they had to sell it because no one in their family wanted to live in North Carolina. Which made me sad that something like that couldn't stay in the family, but then it also made me realize, its just a house....
Anyway they came in and the husband lifted up his hat and showed me the staples in his head because he just underwent brain surgery because they found a tumor. And that is when I thought, Jesus, and this is life. Despite him still recovering he remembered my media film history and interest and that I was considering doing some volunteering abroad. It felt so good that he remembered. He didn't have to and he didn't have to care. He was sweet. Him and his wife also reminded me that there was a lot of volunteering and giving to do locally. Which is true, and I also appreciated, but this is not my home, and I don't care, I want to leave. Get me out of here.
All in all it was a good day. Although serving food is not my calling, I do appreciate where I was when I started, where I have come, and the people I have met a long the way.
During sunset we took the dog for a walk. There was a Russian couple walking their huge bull dog. It wasn't moving so they yelled some orders at it - in Russian. I could not understand what they were saying for the life of me, and I realized (although probably a dumb simple thought), this is what the dog hears then I speak. When I say come, or here, or sit, or leave it. It's all just jibberish. And yes, I understand, dogs can't speak or understand language, but it was at that moment that it hit me how funny it is that I say these words to the dog like he knows what the hell im talking about. And yes, I know he understands patterns, and the same sounds when put together and blah blah blah. Whatever. Anyway, it was funny.