Ah, the restaurant check book, tool of the trade. It seems that I always carry one in my purse. I’m a waitress and that’s just how I roll. In fact, with my job, I have to be ready to come into work at a moments notice to cover a shift… any day, any time.
This leaves me with the responsibility of being prepared like a boy scout. I have frequently considered sleeping in my work clothes and installing a fireman’s pole just to be as quick and efficient as possible when I get the unexpected call to work, usually on my day off.
Over the years I have grown accustom to the spontaneity and dedication that it takes to pull this off. I have also told John that he may as well be in a relationship with a paramedic seeing that the over all disruption of plans and outcome is the same.
Tonight after working a double and getting out late, I met John at a sushi place that we haven’t been to in over a year.
The atmosphere is amazing and the food is great! I have to admit that I’ve missed dining there, but what can I say, the last time that we went was nothing short of a disaster.
It must be almost a year since we dined at Dao Fusion and our last visit was memorable, to say the least. The restaurant was inviting. We enjoyed some alone time in an intimate booth and ordered a bottle of wine.
The food was delicious.
The service impeccable.
You may be wondering why we never went back after our fine dining experience one year ago.
Well, the answer could very well have landed both of us in jail…
After the waitress brought our bill and we were getting ready to leave, I began placing all of my belongings in my purse… my cell phone, car keys and sunglasses.
We walked to John’s car and got in. As John started the engine, I was startled by a noise… the waitress that served us was frantically banging on the window of the passenger seat where I sat.
I pressed the button on the door and slowly lowered the window, looking perplexed.
“You took the check book!” She yelled.
“What?” I asked, confused.
“You didn’t pay the bill!” She said, “You took the check book!”
Before I could reply John leaned over and said, “She’s a waitress.”
As if that explained it all.
“Look, I am a waitress and I have no idea what you’re talking about. I paid the bill and tipped generously.” I replied.
“I need my check book.” The waitress demanded.
Laughing I replied, “I don’t have your check book.”
As I opened my purse.
There in my purse sat two check books.
One from my work and one from the lunch that we had just enjoyed.
Slowly and sheepishly, I slid the cash filled check book through the open gap in the car window.
The waitress grabbed it and stamped off.
“Well, we’re NEVER going back there again.” I said to John.
We both laughed as my cheeks turned a bright shade of red.
But guess what?
We did, a year later… tonight, in fact.
I double and triple checked my purse as we paid the bill and just for the record, no one followed us out to our car.
Today maybe it’s just the small victories…
Or just my life…