Tales of Waitresshood

“Something funny happened at work yesterday,” said Rose. “This family came in and ordered about sixty dollars worth of food. Well, that wasn’t funny. But then this guy started eating his food and blood squirted out of his mouth. Well, it wasn’t real blood. And the waitress was like, ‘Ah!’ And the guy pretended that he had cut his mouth on a piece of pottery that was in his food. Which was ridiculous, because there was no food on the pottery, and it just had dirt smudges on it, like someone had been holding it.” Rose shook her head. “And of course my manager had to give him his meal free, even though he was lying.”
Waitressing had not come pleasantly to Rose. She had other plans — to apply to OLeif’s place of work as an introductory IT employee.
Some short time later, while Puck sat in his high chair chomping on baby carrots, Joe and Rose could be heard crooning together in the living room.
“We’re going to record our own Christmas CD,” Joe announced. “Come on, Rose, let’s sing them one.”
Immediately, Joe and Rose began to screech a shockingly bad rendition of:
“We wish you a merry Christmas. We wish you a merry Christmas. We wish you a merry Christmas, and a happy new year!”
The notes were blended in a terrible cacophony of bad sound.
“I’ll take care of this,” said Carrie, and smashed herself on top of Rose.
With much running around under cold skies of rain, many Christmas things were accomplished. This included a trip to Trader Joe’s for boxes of their chocolate and peppermint cream cookies.
That night, OLeif attended a final worship session on weddings and funerals, after his first day working in his new position of Art Director at his place of work.
And Collette called it a night after further paperwork on every imaginable thing.