I stroll into Olive Garden, ready for another boring day of work. I hate this job, but I need the money to get something special for my girlfriend. As I take my position at the podium, I take a look around the restaurant, which is surprisingly empty. I notice two girls sitting not too far away just staring at me and giggling. One of the girls starts to wink and wave flirtatiously at me. “Just look away and maybe she’ll stop.” In boredom, I start to tap my fingers to the beat of the faint music in the background. A man walks in and just stands there for a minuet. “What is he waiting for?” After looking around and checking his watch for a couple of minuets, he came and states, “I’m looking for my date. She was supposed to be here ten minutes ago.” “I’m sorry sir; no single parties have arrived at the moment.” “Okay, thank you, can I get a table please?” While I was
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“Finn, just deliver these plates to table three. Then you can sit down a take a five-minuet break. After that, back to work!” Back out in the dining room, I brought the plates to table three. “Great, flirty girl’s table.”
“Here’s your pasta and chicken parmesan.” “Thank you, cutie,” she says with a flirty smile.
“You’re welcome,” I hesitantly state. I just need to get away from her. I scamper to a booth, my back facing the podium. I saw the man fidget with his phone with an angry sigh. Two seconds later the phone falls out of his hand while a girl walks past to the dreaded table three. The guy, in a daze, struts up to the girls’ table. Flirty girl giggles then gets up, while the man replaces her. “I thought he was supposed to meet a date. Is he trying to pick up another girl?” My thoughts about the man’s horrible decisions were interrupted. Flirty girl was striding towards me.
“Hey, cutie. I’m Megan. What’s your name?”
“I’m Finn. I’m on break, so if you need anything ask Drake, whose working
“Finn, just deliver these plates to table three. Then you can sit down a take a five-minuet break. After that, back to work!” Back out in the dining room, I brought the plates to table three. “Great, flirty girl’s table.”
“Here’s your pasta and chicken parmesan.” “Thank you, cutie,” she says with a flirty smile.
“You’re welcome,” I hesitantly state. I just need to get away from her. I scamper to a booth, my back facing the podium. I saw the man fidget with his phone with an angry sigh. Two seconds later the phone falls out of his hand while a girl walks past to the dreaded table three. The guy, in a daze, struts up to the girls’ table. Flirty girl giggles then gets up, while the man replaces her. “I thought he was supposed to meet a date. Is he trying to pick up another girl?” My thoughts about the man’s horrible decisions were interrupted. Flirty girl was striding towards me.
“Hey, cutie. I’m Megan. What’s your name?”
“I’m Finn. I’m on break, so if you need anything ask Drake, whose working