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Friday, May 28, 2010

Miracles Really Do Happen

I recently wrote about how frustrating it is when someone takes both copies of the credit card slip effectively keeping me from getting a tip because I don't know what they had written on the tip line. It really sucks when this happens, but a few days ago a miracle occurred. Let's play a game and you decide which miracle is true.

Miracle #1: I woke up late and was rushing around getting ready to start my day. I was out of Cheerios so I had to go to breakfast option number two which would be two pieces of toast with grape jam. I put my bread in the toaster and two minutes later I sat down with my breakfast ready to eat. All of a sudden, I noticed an image peering back at me from my multi-grain bread. Jesus had appeared on my breakfast food. I quickly took a picture and sold that shit on Ebay for $23.99. It's miracle!

Miracle #2: In my backyard, I have a statue of the Virgin Mary. Every day, I go to her and thank her for watching over me and keeping me safe. I talk to her and explain my day and when I am done I feel better. Well, one day as I was telling her how thankful I was for the ten percent tip that someone left me on a $100 check, I looked into her eyes and saw that she was crying. The Virgin Mary statue was crying real tears and I knew that I was on the path to righteousness. It's a miracle!

Miracle #3: A few days ago, someone came into the club and told me that they had inadvertently took the credit card slip that had my tip on it and they owed me twenty dollars. It's a miracle!

Can you figure out which one really happened? I'll give you two clues. Never am I out of Cheerios and I do not have a backyard. Uh huh. Someone actually came back in to tip me from the week before. It made my night and it also restored my faith in all humanity and made all things right in the world. Like Anne Frank, "in spite of everything, I still believe that people are really good at heart." Until someone asks me for a glass of water, a bowl of lemons and Sweet and Low packets and then I go right back to hating all people.

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10 comments:

Euripidies said...

Never had that happen to me until 2 years ago i got a new job and the customers are anywhere from 45-65+ and cant normally remember the last time they shat. Since then ive had 5 people come back exclusivly to drop off my tip and appologize, it was the weirdest thing and for a second there i almost looked that gift horse straight in the mouth and remembered who i was and snatched that cash so fast it made their head spin.

Lainie Dalton said...

I love when you get a shining moment like that. One time I waited on a table of old people and they took up my booth for the whole lunch rush. About an hour after they finally left, one of them came back and gave me an extra $20 and told me how much he appreciated that I didn't rush them. I guess that they hadn't seen each other for like 20 years. Still gives me a glimmer of faith in humanity when I think back.

Cary said...

Dude. I paid you $23.99. Where's my Jesus toast?

Anonymous said...

Love those moments when your faith in humanity becomes restored! It's unfortunate that they come so few and far between.

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Name: female, I shit you not! said...

Done that..... wouldn't have felt good about myself if I hadn't gone back a week later when I remembered to give her the tip she deserved.

Name: female, I shit you not! said...

ohhhhhhhhhhh, I guessed correctly.

Erin L. said...

oh.my.g.

None of my friends can believe the glass of water, a bowl of lemons and Sweet and Low packets stories I tell from my days waiting tables at the Black Eyed Pea. I was starting to believe it was a crazy dream.

Glad you got the tip. Its those bright moments that make it worth it. When I went off to law school, one of my "regular" tables took up a collection and got me a card with $100 in it.

Love your blog. It was my life for so long!

Shirin said...

i agree! i hate when people make ghetto lemonade at their table... GRR!! Do they realize lemons and sweet & low cost the restaurant money?????? Bring your own lemonade DAMMIT!

Monica said...

Yeah, I hate the ghetto lemonade too. And I did have customers that would come back in and tip me. But, I also had tables that would ring up a $120 check of nothing but booze, stay an hour after closing, and left me, what, two bucks? It comes and goes. And ya gotta love the "Why can't I bring my doggie inside?" customers. Oh yeah! Love your blog, first night reading, but it really takes me back