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An Interview With a Waitress

Working like a dog for no wage at all, She said I’m going to make it, I ain’t going to fall. She said it’s not easy being cheerful but she needs those tips, Lot of people just enjoy giving waitress’s a hard time and a lot of lip. She knows she has to smile, she’s got children to raise, Working this dead end job with very little praise. She said she wished she finished school, at least learned how to type, I apologize she said seems all I ever do is gripe. She said when I leave this job I don’t get much rest, I’ve got to go home and cook and clean, Lord I’ve just got so much on my chest. She said daycare is getting more expensive what with the rising price of gas, And I can’t seem to satisfy my old boss, she’s always chewing on my --- ! She said I don’t know how I ever got myself into the situation I’m in, She said Lord I’m calling out your name, I need you again. She said my old man was a bum and I was glad to see him go, Said he wouldn’t work or help take care of the kids, pure dee worthless you know! She said mister why in the world you want to interview a waitress for anyway? My goodness she said but it’s your dime, and I can sure use the extra pay. Said there ain’t much more to tell except you spend the biggest part of your day on your feet. And come time for the end of your shift you're pretty much beat. Well I handed her a couple hundreds and said I appreciate the chat, She looked at that money and said mister I sure wasn’t expecting any thing like that. As she turned to walk away I slipped another hundred under my plate, If you’ve got a little extra and you see someone who’s down share a little, it might change someone’s fate.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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Date: 7/26/2008 5:47:00 PM
Unless we walk that mile, Ron.... This is the type of person my heart goes out to and has my undying respect. Great look at life. Vince
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Date: 7/15/2008 8:54:00 AM
Ron, we have granddaughters trying to help themselves through college and this is exactly how they look when you see them after their shifts. As usual a supurb poem. God Bless, Cile caught my self in time and got you rated
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Date: 7/14/2008 10:05:00 PM
It is funny how kind words and deeds can give a person the lift that they need. Some nasty word can have a reverse effect. Well written Ron. God Bless Phyl
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Date: 7/14/2008 2:53:00 PM
Good one Ron, well written. Regards Heidie
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Date: 7/13/2008 9:11:00 AM
Ron thats right on - My Mother was a waitress raising three kids before she drown in the Kern river in 1964 - I have always held a part of my heart for waitresses - wonderful poem
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Date: 7/13/2008 8:20:00 AM
Ron, this is amazing...I once was a waitress, and it was a very demanding job...my feet hurt, my back hurt, and yes, a smile can mean the difference between a good day, and a bad day. A very hard job that is for sure. Never had anyone leave a bundle but every penny was appreciated. Loved this, Always, Christy
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