Identities

I worked my first shift as server Sunday evening at the Stir Fry station.  The best part of serving is getting to talk to the guests.

My favorite interaction was with a stocky, bearded man who approached my station with fervor for stir fry.  Noticing that he was scrutinizing my three sauces, I said, “We have sesame ginger, sweet & sour, and teriyaki sauces, if you were wondering their identities.”  “Identities,” he laughed, “I like the way you talk.”  After going back to the front of the calf to get a tray, he returned still laughing, “You’re killing me . . . identities.”

Thirty minutes later a woman came and starting looking at my food.  She pointed and asked in a European accent, “What are those?”  I told her, “They’re egg rolls – little fried things with vegetables inside.  They’re pretty good.”  After pausing for a few seconds she said, “I don’t like vegetables,” and abruptly walked away.