Tales of a waitress who escaped the restaurant industry and then discovered a desk job kind of blows - so I put the apron back on. And I deliver pizza because getting paid to drive around listening to music is pretty awesome.
When a table recognizes me, in fact says I serve them all the time, and I have no recall of them. It makes me feel like an asshole. Sent via BlackBerry from T-Mobile
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Don't worry.You see lots of people in a day.They don't.
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