When I was 16, my friend Ann and I got jobs as waitresses at a local Golf and Country Club. Just for the record, it is a terrible job for many reasons, then and now.
For awhile, we took the first shift at the Grill, where the early golfers ate breakfast. There was a cruel, steep set of stairs from the Grill up to the kitchen. The chefs were crabby. One early morning , Ann called in an order for three bacon, egg and toast breakfasts. When they were ready, she piled the plates in both hands and went to the staircase. A second later we heard an awful sound of breaking dishes and a falling body. We stood transfixed. In a few seconds, Ann crawled up the stairs and called out “three bacon, egg and cheese breakfasts.”
The work was hard, gruelling and fast-paced, which is why I have always been a generous tipper.
Oh yeah there was that sexual overture I unexpectedly got from my boss, the brother- in-law of the club’s owner. He caught me alone cleaning up the card room after the ladies had lunched and played bridge. He came up behind me, slipped his arms around me and kissed the back of my neck. I pulled away, turned and stared at him. He asked me to be his mistress. I was scared to death, but I looked him in the eye and said, “You are older than my father,” and flounced out of the room. I headed for my locker, took everything out, went home and told my dad.
My father got in his car, drove back, and had quite the chat with the owner. My would-be lover was demoted to an office job.
I never went back. I had the luxury of doing that. But not all waitresses do. So remember this the next time you are eating out, and always be generous with your server.
Ann and I are still friends.