Journal+2-+Sneeze=)

//Chose one of your writing territories topics and write for 20 minutes without stopping. Don't worry about proofreading, just get your thoughts on "paper."//

Here's my example:).

Waiting Tables

“Miss? May I have some beef gravy, please?” “ Sure.” I wonder what he’s going to do with that? He only ordered German chocolate cake. Strange. Hmmm… I return with the beef gravy, and, you got it, he pours it all over his CAKE! This is one of a plethora of waitressing stories. One of the struggles with waiting tables is accepting that some people are just different. Despite the crabby customers, inconvenient hours, and meager salary, waitressing was a blast! I don’t miss mopping floors, cleaning up customers’ left over food, or dealing with miserable people, but I do miss the minimal stress level and plain old fun that came with waiting tables. Join me as I reminisce about those who have left imprints on my life. Although I recollect very few names, I can remember at least twenty customers I used to see on a daily basis. There were the couple whose daily order consisted of two-piece broasted chicken and hot fudge sundae to share, the man who tipped in gold dollars and double-mint gum, and the table for four that sat at least seven each day at lunch. I grew to love many of my customers like they were my grandparents. Grandparents? Yes. Because I worked at a family restaurant, most of the clientele was sixty-five and older. Unfortunately, many of the bonds fostered over a hamburger steak or a CMP sundae ended sadly. Several of my favorite regular customers passed away during the nine years I worked at Mack's in Spry. I went to more funerals than I care to mention, and I visited a few customers once they could no longer make it out for breakfast, lunch, or dinner. One of the most memorable customers was Jack. Jack was ninety-plus years old when he was still coming in for lunch on a daily basis. He was a jovial man with plenty of fishing stories to keep your attention. Jack was a reminder of how much one who is lost is missed. Developing bonds with regular customers was one of many perks to waiting tables. Another was working with friends. When I was in high school, many of my friends worked with me. It became a summer gathering of friends once we were all in college and would return to work there for the summer. I still keep in touch with many of the people I developed friendships with while working at the restaurant. Although I have left my pseudo-family at Mack's, I will always remember how waitressing taught me about life, about relationships, and about the lasting effects people have on one another. I hope that everyone has a high school/college job that can teach him/her the life lessons mine did.