"Hi ladies, how are you this evening," I say as I approach table 46 on a VERY busy Thursday evening. The guest with their back to me turns around to face me and, OOPS! It's a dude.
"Umm...hi...there," I mumble. I'm mortified, but I press on with my speech, as though nothing happened. "Can I bring you a drink to get started?" It's pretty loud in here tonight, maybe they didn't hear me?
In my own defense, the dude's hair is longer than mine. And he is wearing a headband.
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i'm sure you're not the first person to call this man a lady. open mouth, insert foot. hopefully he wasn't too offended to leave a nice tip. it happens.
So embarrassing! They did leave a nice tip, though. :)
I think I officially love you and your wit. I stumbled into your blog from http://cityguides.msn.com/citylife/cityarticle.aspx?cp-documentid=11520000&page=1>1=24000
and I think I might stay. I got out of the waitressing gig a few years ago but I still remember all the fun times we had ... *choke* ... yeah, almost managed that one with a straight face.
Chin up for a plate up!
I have done that before: no worries!
Thanks for stopping by, Mistress Ryan! It's a barrel of laughs, waiting tables is. :)
Phew, Kate, thought I might be the only one. I felt so bad!
Kitty, I've sir-ma'am-sirred once before. The same person. In my defense: Long hair, androgenous physique, no visible Adam's apple, quite feminine hands, geek convention.
SO embarrassing, and yet his friends (yes, it was a him) allowed that his appearance was questionably ambiguous.
Too funny, Revanche! I'd love to hear from the boys behind the hair about what this experience is like on their side!
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