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3:22:49 PM    

PERFORMING MY DUTIES

Despite my worries earlier this summer, I am really starting to enjoy this restaurant gig.  Don’t get me wrong; I am glad that this job is a temporary one.  However, for a summer job, it most definitely has its benefits.  Take this weekend, for example.  The location of the moon in relation to the earth made a few weird things happen. 

On Saturday night I decided to try to look as cute as possible.  I bought a great pair of pants and a new shirt, all black, of course (our required “greeter” attire) and worked on a slight tan.  It seemed to pay off.

First, early in the evening, I sat three cute gay men.  One of the men tugged at my shirt and asked me to kneel down so that he would whisper something in my ear.  The first thing he asked was a normal request: it was his friend’s birthday and he wanted to make sure that the staff made a big deal about it.  No problem.  His second request was a bit more odd:

“When can you join us?”

Of course I would have loved to have pulled up a chair right then and ordered a martini.  I was on the clock, however. 

“I can’t.  I don’t get off for another two hours.”

I smiled and went on my way.  Twenty minutes later he sends his waiter to retrieve me so that he  can talk to me again.  This time he was extremely apologetic and said over and over again:

“I am terribly sorry if I offended you.”  

“You did not offend me,” I assured him.  He seemed unsure about whether my answer was a genuine one and continued to apologize.  I did everything I could to assure him that I was flattered, not offended.  Then he asked for my number and explained that the reason he had to apologize was that he was in the military and he did not want the wrong person to “tell.”  No problem.  Remember, military boys, I don’t tell.

As he left the restaurant I gave him my number only to confirm the fact that I was not offended by his request. 

Why did it take so damn long for a customer to flirt with me?  Am I not gay enough?  Am I not cute enough?  Wait a second…why am I saying this?  Perhaps I am becoming the kind of gay person I tend to avoid.  Oh well. 

Later that night someone shook my hand when I seated them at the table.  To my surprise, there was a wadded up bill in his hand.  My employer is explicit about tips: We are not to accept them.  I quickly put the bill in my pocket.  Only after leaving the restaurant did I discover how much he enjoyed my friendly demeanor.  For taking him to his table, which took a total of 10-15 seconds, I got $20.  I better keep this up.

2:30:51 PM