In the uniform of the server, one becomes the server.
Mary and I survey ourselves in the mirror before leaving.
“You look impressively competent right now,” she observes.
“And you,” I say, “have the bearing of a woman who would like to clear a table full of dishes.”
And with that, we are off.
In the basement of a well-known
nightclub, we look over our
kingdom, the space in which we would hustle, fuss, arrange, and work for what
we hoped would be healthy wage. Minneapolis
The gig is a wedding reception: plates of food, an active bar, and requests.
“Do you think,” says the maid of honor, “that you could get us some sheets of paper and pens? We want to set up an advice jar for the bride.”
We ran, Mary and I, searching for paper and pens. Not a real part of the restaurant, we have minimal contact with the waitresses upstairs. Thinking it over, we get the OK from the bartender for a stack of cocktail napkins with the restaurant’s logo on them. Very cool, we thought. Nice little memorial of the evening, we thought, and conducive to clever, alcohol-fueled advice.
“Oh, no, no, no” she says. “This won’t do. We need paper.”
And so, in a room of 54 people with two servers working, we ran some more, found paper.
Two hour later, the same woman approaches Mary. “It’s very chilly in here,” she says. “Could you turn the thermostat up?”
“We’re in a basement,” Mary says to me, a stack of dirty plates in her arms. “It’s May in
, and she’s
wearing a backless dress. Does she
really think we can run upstairs and turn up the heat? Why doesn’t she have a shawl?” Minneapolis
“I got this,” I say.
I run up the stairs, pause for a good 30 seconds, then run back down. I walk over to the woman, give her the thumbs up. “I just turned the furnace up four degrees,” I say. “You should notice in a couple minutes.”
A couple minutes later, the woman, drink in hand, motions me over. Black-pantsed, white-shirted, I approach, a load of empty glasses on a tray.
“Thanks so much,” she slurs into my ear. “The place is warming up already!”
I smile, assure her that’s what we’re here for.
She’s warmer now.
And I’m sure those glasses of wine had nothing to do with it.