the worst weekend ever...

...yet it ended with me waiting on the nicest people ever tonight.

The nicest people ever don't always come to Toro. But they did tonight. An elderly couple, fashionable and chic -- she wore enormous pink glasses and he wore something like an ascot. An old regular whom I haven't seen in over a year -- I've been taking his order since I was 22. Nice Europeans who speak excellent English and, despite their European-ness, still tip me 18%.

It made me believe that there is a special angel who watches over us service industry folk, and that somehow she miraculously knew that having my ass handed to me tonight would have put me over the edge. WAY over the edge.

Instead, she put gems of humanity in my section.

I'm so lucky...