afterthought

though it's likely that i will regret what i am about to say, i must share what went through my head this evening at work. after all the servers had lined up, written down and tasted the specials of the night, and then dispersed throughout the restaurant, i stood there...surveying my section...just waiting for my first table to arrive. as the minutes passed by, i started to feel a mix of anxiety, restlessness, and longing. when were the hostesses going to give me a table!? it felt as if i hadn't been in contact with a customer for days...like i couldn't even remember the last conversation i had had with one. and then it hit me: awaiting your first table as a waitress is like longing for a good, long kiss. i wanted one. i needed one. the anticipation kept rising until, finally, i watched with giddy excitement as a couple was seated in my section.

and then i took their drink order.

and then i remembered that i was in a restaurant and not in another man's sweet embrace.