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Really Workin' You by Jeffrey ParrenSo far
you have fetched drinks
refilled water, already
and brought out
each salad, dressing
on the side, of course
brought more drinks
twice
because only half the table
needed refills
the first time you asked
and as the entrees
are placed upon the table
everyone needs a sauce
to go with their steaks
usually medium-well
or well done
(which is ironic
since nothing is good
about a steak cooked that much)
and when you come back
with the tray full of sauces
somebody needs another drink
and
you come back
finally to ask:
"How is everything?"
and as if you have
no other tables
or anything else to do
someone says:
"We're really workin' you, huh?"
and that is the moment
you officially realize
you can kiss
your tip
goodbye. 03/11/2009 Posted on 03/11/2009 Copyright © 2025 Jeffrey Parren
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 03/11/09 at 04:50 PM ...keen perception from the eyes of EveryWaiter, and when we [mebride and i] go out w/ another couple and they reach for the percentage calculator for the % tip, i cringe...screw 10 percentage, realize waiters are PEOPLE too, just like their stingy arse...love the gutsy way you talk about the normal, medaughter is in food service, Aramark here in Big D. ...finished college by working [her choice]at restaurants etc...i love the lil' nuances that you point out... |
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