It was a wednesday night. Anyone who’s worked in the service industry knows wednesdays can be a toss up.. either you get slammed, it’s a graveyard and anything in between. I’d been working as a server for 2 years or so at that point while going to school, and talking to hundreds of extra new people every day forces you to practice your sociability or get fired. I like to think I got really good, at least, good enough that my managers weren’t afraid to call off our 3rd server on a wednesday.
I was wearing a fairly standard industry outfit that night; a nice pair of sneakers, deep blue jeans that hugged my butt ever so nicely, a subtle but stylish belt and a tucked black turtleneck top that generously helped what little cleavage (A cup, check my profile) I have with a pleasant boob window. Top it off with a nice smoky eye and I was ready to make some tips.
Well, it didn’t go great.