I met the busboy (BB) today, he's 15 and related to all of them. Nice kid. I figured he would slum around in the kitchen all day with his cellphone, but he actually stayed in the front of the house with Cathy and I when he had no dishes to wash. I think BB has a little crush on me; it's cute. Every time he came back from the kitchen he would wave enthusiastically and say hello to me.
BB: I waved at you!
TH: Yes, I noticed.
BB: You didn't wave back!
TH: I just saw you five minutes ago. I'm sorry. I'll wave back from now on.
A little strange, but I'll chalk it up to weird hormones.
A customer came in to get an iced coffee to go, and when he put a dollar in the tip jar, Cathy ACTUALLY exclaimed OUT LOUD, IN FRONT OF HIM:
"Finally! A dollar!"
I wanted to apologize to him, I felt completely embarrassed. I gave a wimpy smile and mumbled for him to have a good day instead.
I headed out at 2:30, with good intentions of doing some work at home, but promptly fell asleep from sheer exhaustion. My next day off is Wednesday. So sore, considering getting a massage.
-T.H.
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