This summer, I, like many of my college-attending peers, split my weeks between an internship here at The Frisky and a part-time job. I happen to be waiting tables at a German restaurant near my home. Waitressing has provided me with an excess of strange knowledge and bizarre tales. Once I don my black button-down shirt and black dress pants pulled out of storage from my sister’s days in the high school orchestra, my status as a human seems to change. Observing people is therefore my favorite part of the job by far.
Anyway, here I have compiled some of the more interesting experiences from my days as a waitress, categorized into The Good, The Bad, and The Strange.