Jennifer parks her car at the employee’s parking lot and walks to the restaurant smiling and squinting at the bright morning sunlight. “Just one more day of this lousy work, and I’ll go to Florida,” she is thinking while walking through the kitchen to the computer area.

The lunch goes the same way like many others: greeting guests, taking orders, bringing food from the kitchen and getting paid. Finally, the last couple has just left, and the lunch is over. Jennifer looks at her watch and sighs: she has to work two more hours today in case if somebody would come for late lunch, which has not happen very often.

Waitresses who had worked lunch already left, but those who will work dinner have not come yet. Most of kitchen workers are having break, and the restaurant is literally empty and quiet at this siesta time.

Jennifer is having soup at the back of the restaurant where a hostess finds her. “Hey, Jen, I’ve just sat the table #6 in the Lake view area,” she says. “Ok, I’m coming,” replies Jennifer finishing her soup.

The company of four has been studying the menu when Jennifer approaches the table. “How are you doing, guys?”  Jennifer greets the guests. “We are fine,” wife and husband say raising their eyes from the menu. Their teen boys approximately of the same age are just staring at Jennifer. “Here it comes…” a thought flashes in Jennifer’s head, but she puts her friendliest smile on her face and takes the order of drinks and food.

It is easy to serve one table: no line to fill drinks, no line of orders in the kitchen. Everything is available at the very moment Jennifer needs it.

The guests have just finished their entrees, and taking plates from the table Jennifer asks her traditional question “Are you ready for deserts?” She hopes to hear negative answer, but one of the boys asks “Do you have ice-cream?” “Sure, we do. Which one would you like?” Jennifer smiles at the boy. “Vanilla,” blurts out the boy. “Anything else?” asks Jennifer the rest of the company. They are just shaking their heads, “No, thank you. We are full.”

Jennifer goes to the freezer room in the back of the kitchen for ice-cream. “Oh, my God! Again this door handle!” Jennifer rolls her eyes opening the freezer room door, “How many times should I ask Oscar to fix it???” She holds the heavy door slightly open with her foot  while trying to pull the full vanilla ice-cream box from the top shelf. It is not easy: the box is too heavy for skinny Jennifer, and she is hitching it from side to side trying to move it out from its nest. In one of those hitches she leans forward, looses balance and lands on the concrete floor of the freezer room. The box lands next to her, and at the same moment Jennifer hears the sound of the slammed door behind her back.

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  • uiputra on Jan 1, 2011

    Intresting. Thanks 4 share.
    May God always provides the strength, ease, help to you and we do all this in 2011. Well healed and kept away from any illness, hardship and lack. Amen. Keep the spirit for a better life. God be with you. Happy New Year full of salvation and the blessing of life and of course, success for you.

  • Suni51 on Jan 1, 2011

    Really? Very nice post, I wish you a very happy new year…

  • Tee on Jan 1, 2011

    ouch…. but… what the customer wants, the customer gets…

  • Percy on Jan 1, 2011

    Nice share.

  • papaleng on Jan 1, 2011

    good story and a very good twist at the end. Thanks for the share. Happy New Year.

  • Christine Ramsay on Jan 1, 2011

    Oh I’m so glad Jen was rescued. It is typical of the customer to change his mind after Jen had gone through such an ordeal. A great story.


  • CHIPMUNK on Jan 1, 2011

    great write

  • la Femme on Jan 1, 2011

    nice story

  • The Soul Explorer on Jan 1, 2011

    Nice story

  • Ukrainian on Jan 1, 2011

    Thank you friends for your kind comments.

    Happy New Year to all of you!!!

  • LOVELYHONEY on Jan 1, 2011

    beautiful decision ur going to FLORIDA

    i want to come to florida
    they say beaches r lovely there
    most of my frnds who read and read me
    are from florida
    i ‘d love to bathe in the nude
    florida is the only place
    i ‘m told its not cold
    people are bold
    and they float about without clothes
    is it the same florida
    to where now you go
    tell me when you are ther e
    i’ll share the beach with you
    when i ‘may feel like going in my birthday suit
    nude and cute.

  • Inna Tysoe on Jan 3, 2011

    Great write. That was a really nice ending–I was expecting something a lot more gloomy. A happy surprise :)

  • Ukrainian on Jan 3, 2011

    Lovely Honey, what a cute poem! :-)

  • Geny on Jan 3, 2011

    Thanks for sharing

  • Ruby Hawk on Jan 4, 2011

    good story telling and the perfect ending.

  • LadyElena on Jan 8, 2011

    Poor Jennifer – thank goodness she didn’t die…. and as for the customer… it can be annoying sometimes the way they always change their mind.

    The Customer is always right, hey. :)

  • akalinik on Jan 11, 2011


    I like it.


  • ggoksel23 on Jan 17, 2011

    nice story. well done.

  • gaby7 on Jan 25, 2011

    A great share!

  • djbtol on Jan 27, 2011

    No doubt, a chilling experience!

  • Goodselfme on Feb 16, 2011

    You write a riveting story. Just the right length, contents and title too. All around wonderful. I had hoped to find a poem, but will return to find one of those.

  • adicodrean1967 on Mar 24, 2011

    nice post

  • neopisiva on Jun 6, 2011

    You should write a full book.:)
    Good work!

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