Foreigner

It all feels foreign now. I suddenly find myself giving my tables silly play-by-plays, as if every-time I leave the table, they must know why.

"I'll get that going in just a moment!"

"Let me grab these plates!" that are right at the edge of the table


"Whenever your ready, any time, I can pick this check up for you, so here it is right here, whenever you are ready. I will now go get some water! ok!"

Generally they look at me and blink... because they probably can not hear a word I am saying, mostly because it is so much louder then my old restaurant.

I'm not accustomed to not knowing what to do, or not knowing the general expectations. Thus on average I wander around with a baffled expression on my face until someone finds me and points out the obvious: "you look confused"


I am thankful. This transition was much needed, and in time I will get comfortable. It is just silly how new things make you nervous, how much we fear not knowing things, and how in reality it will all be ok.

And so as I walked to my car, late at night I noticed a little note tucked into my car door for "Curly Sue", proclaiming charming and enduring love.

I was (and am) very thankful for a thoughtful man in my life, and I can't forget to remind him of that.