I have a really bad habit of recommending books that I have not yet finished. At least I have finally learned to stop loaning my not yet finished books to the people I am recommending them to, until I have finished reading them. Reading the books that is. Not reading the people. Well, that, too, I guess. But I digress.
Anyway, I am on page 60 of "Waiter Rant: Thanks for the Tip -- Confessions of a Cynical Waiter" by The Waiter. And I really, really like it.
The first few pages were a bit rough on me because I felt so bad for what this poor guy was putting up with from some savages also working at the restaurant. But then he hit his stride. And boy I sure do like his style. He tells us his story. And so far, so good.
The writer, who remains anonymous for this autobiography, started with a blog, WaiterRant.net for which he won awards. The blog is still there I think. And I bet the rant is still in full force. I have not yet looked in on his blog.
Can you imagine? Imagine? A waiter who calls himself cynical? My, my. Just think about getting to spend your days and nights, on your feet, smiling and nodding, and fetching and toting, and hoping to get a tip or two that might help cover the rent.
Who among us has not, at one time or another, spent a little time slinging hash? I know that I did. Long ago. One of those summer jobs. Long ago. It was at a golf course. I served cheeseburgers to geezers and batted my eyelashes and it was kind of fun. But I knew it was not my real life. And even all these many years later, the memory of that job makes me, to this day and forever, a really good tipper.
So here is a tip for you. If you like a little nonfiction in your life. And you like a little attitude from your authors. A little humor. A little (well actually a lot) of insight into human nature. Maybe pick up a copy of "Waiter Rant" and come be in my little book club. We meet on my patio when we are avoiding paperwork. For right now, I am the only member.
Boomer
