Well, I just returned home from work. I had five tables altogether and brought home $28 in tips which isn't too bad if you do the math. (One table didn't tip - the dreaded coffee ladies that I've blogged about before)

I think that the couple at table three were having an affair. She came in first, nervously looking around, saying that she was meeting "someone". He came in a few minutes later and they asked for an "out of the way" table. She ordered a glass of wine, he ordered a premium draught. Neither had been to the restaurant before, but the thing that gave them away was that both of them were "on". Ya know - big smiles, loud laughs, good posture,...fake, fake, fake. Yes, I overheard some of their conversation which contained lots of innuendo. They obviously hadn't seen each other in a few days and weren't in a hurry to get back to work although they were both dressed professionally. Of course, they paid in cash.

Although they both appeared to be Sooooo happy, I saw a sadness in her eyes and I felt bad for them. They just seemed so lost, like each was hoping that the other would be the one to change their lives for the better. I wonder what the future will hold for them. I've got a bad feeling about it - but who am I? I'm just the waitress in an out of the way sports bar where nobody in their circles would hang. I think they'll be back. I'll keep you posted.