It was the time of day that afternoon slide into evening and the restaurant was suddenly packed. The waiting area was filled with waiting families, parents with squirming children, wearing matching baseball jerseys and hats. The hostess and waiters set to work quickly, moving tables together, finding enough chairs to seat the mix of family and friends together.
“Did they call ahead?” the waiter asked under his breath.
The hostess glanced up at group, all shifting and sighing, juggling diaper bags and babies before answering, “Nope.”
“Of course we can seat 18 during rush. Why call ahead?” the waiter said softly with only a trace of sarcasm in his voice.
The place settings arranged at last, the hostess bounds back toward the waiting herd with a bright smile and friendly tone, “Thanks for waiting, your tables are ready if you’ll just follow me.”
Likewise transformed, the waiter grinned and greeted his suddenly welcome customers, hiding any irritation in hopes of a decent tip.
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haha, that's well written and observed. Are you a stalker by trade? Nonetheless, it made me laugh, good work
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