waiter

September 26th, 2010 | 105 Entries

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  1. Basically, I would describe myself as a waiter. I keep waiting. For these question marks to vanish. For friends and friendships. For love.

    By LotteZwo URL on 09.27.2010

  2. “Waiter.” he said. “There’s a fly in my soup.”

    The waiter sighed, and ignored the man. It seemed his life was full of ‘waiter waiter’ jokes these days. It was hard enough at home, with his father, the professional clown, red nose and long shoes. Knock knock, waiter waiter, chickens crossing roads…. his father’s repertoire was scarred into his brain.

    “Waiter waiter, I’ve got a dirty spoon…”

    He grit his teeth and carried on. It didn’t get any better.

    By Pegasus Moonchild URL on 09.27.2010

  3. They should employ people here only if they can speak the lingo. I asked the waiter for more ice and he brought me a big plate of rice. Boiled rice too; I mean, aren’t they supposed to remember faces and orders? I asked for fried rice the first time round.

    By Kitty Littertray URL on 09.27.2010

  4. i know them. lots of them. they go to work at 4:00pm. they leave work at 12:30am. they make $2.13 per hour, and trust on the faces they see each night to make up the difference. a lot of times, those faces don’t. or won’t. bastards.

    By graciedear URL on 09.27.2010

  5. Waiter there’s a fly in my soup and I didn’t even order soup. I wonder if I would feel any better if there was a fly in my croque monsieur – probably not, as I didn’t order that either

    By Calerama URL on 09.27.2010

  6. the waiter chose to ignore me. I guess I need to be a bit more forceful with my desire to order, but funny, I thought lunch was supposed to be fun not forceful. I don’t want to have to fight for lunch.

    By donna URL on 09.27.2010

  7. The waiter refilled their water glasses. The clock on the wall ticked furiously. Three children in the corner stood in large clay pots with only their heads exposed. A giant chicken danced the Can-Can across the stage with a blow up doll. Boy, I really don’t get Beckett.

    By richpee URL on 09.27.2010

  8. my friend was a waiter at the red robin. i never wanted to be a writer seems to crazy. it looks like hard work.

    By Daniel Selway URL on 09.27.2010

  9. Somebody who you will always look past, somebody who always seems lesser to you but remains basically in charge of your destiny for a small and realistically insignificant amount of time.

    By tom on 09.27.2010

  10. Sitting there. Waiting for the light to change from red to green. Watching the traffic. Listening to the crackle of static on the local news station. Gripping the steering wheel and trying to stay awake.

    By E. Johnson URL on 09.27.2010

  11. I don’t know what to say to him when he drops off the check and looks at me expectantly. I don’t have the money to pay and I don’t have the slikness of tongue to make him go away. I would run, but my feet won’t let me.

    By tammie URL on 09.27.2010

  12. There was the waiter this one time. My fiancee, mom, and myself were out to eat lunch. As we were eating, my fiancee the artist started to bring forth creations on the white paper tablecoth. She brought out lighthouses and roses and other things of artistic

    By Wes Kinsey on 09.27.2010

  13. waiter, bring me some water, no ice, no straw. he turned and watched him walk away. he wondered how long it would take.

    By shane patrick on 09.27.2010

  14. “Where the hell is the waiter”, I coughed, sparking up another cigarette and meeting the disapproving glance of the wife next to me, holding her two children closer to avoid the fumes. Fuck you, I thought to myself, your kids are going to learn what death is anyway, and they might as well see that you have a choice.

    By Deadlox on 09.27.2010

  15. The waiter is waiting for me to injest the meal his god has given me so that i may return onto him fruits from my wallet. My empty pockets speak lies that highlight how much trouble I’ll be in when he find out that I have taken it all but have nothing to give.

    By Harris A-T on 09.27.2010

  16. a waiter taking order from all the customers. moving busily with a cheerful face to every tables and collecting the order

    By sanchu on 09.27.2010

  17. The waiter approached me with a grimace.
    It was him, the guy from my global politics class.
    My heart began to race fiercely in my chest. This would happen to me, I thought.

    “Um…hey. I’ll have a small coffee?” My voice shook with nervousness.

    And as he turned to walk away, his shirt defining the muscles in his well toned arms, the truth trickled over me…

    I liked him, infinitely more than he liked me.

    By Laura Maddox URL on 09.27.2010

  18. The waiter approached me with a grimace.
    It was him, the guy from my global politics class.
    My heart began to race fiercely in my chest. This would happen to me, I thought.

    “Um…hey. I’ll have a small coffee?” My voice shook with nervousness.

    And as he turned to walk away, his shirt defining the muscles in his well toned arms, the truth trickled over me…

    I liked him, infinitely more than he liked me.

    By Laura Maddox URL on 09.27.2010

  19. doesn’t make the food but he does deliver it. ya can’t shoot the messenger! :)

    By Zion URL on 09.27.2010

  20. guapos angelico opposites yet the same. both use woman as objects but use different means to achieve that end

    By patrice on 09.27.2010

  21. guapos angelico opposites yet the same. both use woman as objects but use different means to achieve that end

    By patrice on 09.27.2010

  22. The waiter asked if I would like to order. “No,” I said, “someone will be here shortly.” His smile was sympathetic, which I ignored. And so I looked out the window at the park and imagined what we would do when he arrived, our conversation, how he would hold his water goblet, and what he would say about my new glasses.

    When they informed me the restaurant was about to close, I delicately took money from my purse to give to the waiter and prepared to make my exit. He gave it back to me. “Your glasses suit your face. The red is very bold.” In blushing apology (and what had I to apologize for?), I left, and now I imagine conversations with this waiter, and how he would hold the door for me everywhere we went.

    By RS Bohn URL on 09.27.2010

  23. when the waiter came back
    and said she couldnt make it
    i knew that from this day on
    she wouldnt matter to me anymore
    from this day on
    i’m finished
    and it’s not that i didn’t try
    because i try so hard
    she just never really made an effort

    By Just Jes URL on 09.27.2010

  24. He wore a tuxedo and called them “Ma’am” and “Sir”, and appeared seemingly out of nowhere just before they realized they needed to ask for him. They were never for lack of water or wine or even conversation with him.

    By JujYFru1T URL on 09.27.2010

  25. “Waiter, what is this fly doing in my soup?”

    “I do believe it’s briefly considering how much of it’s life it has wasted, before it drowns in an acrid concoction of tomatoey death sir.”

    “Oh. I ordered onion.”

    By Jacob URL on 09.27.2010