Business is Good
It seems that the never-ending line of customers is the way I’m defining my life these days. I’m hustling plates out to customers as quickly as Gabriela can put them together. ‘Ah, here comes my Angel.’ That’s what the regulars have started saying when I show up at their tables. I always smile when I hear that.
My own mother even came in one evening. I was a little embarrassed that she ordered her tacos with cheese and sour cream, and she didn’t exactly come out to say that being a waitress was not the way she thought I should be spending my gap year, but the undertones were there.
Thankfully, she only stopped in the one time.
Mostly it was just Gabriela and me hustling to keep things moving as more and more people seemed to be drawn to her restaurant. And at closing
