"Table two!"
Shit, that's my table. I rapidly scribble down table eight's order, patiently waiting for the three kids to finally decide what they want. I'm half tempted to just order them a kiddie meal and call it a day. But the single father was adamant to let his kids pick out what they want. You know, training them for the adult life.
Boy, if they thought that was the only thing you have to worry about when being an adult then I have a bridge to sell them.
"SIERRA! TABLE TWO!" Edith bellows from the the kitchen.
The diner was packed. That man wasn't kidding when he said Edith was short staffed. I had to balance both the cash register and waiting tables in the last hour but the work load just keeps piling up that I might just have to forcibly split myself in two just to accommodate a
