Fresh CatchSubmitted by Unabonger at 2005-07-13 00:06:10 EDT
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David was a good worker. His manager had reservations about hiring the slow boy to do buss work in the seafood joint next to the river a year ago, but it had all turned out well. David had gone from bussing tables to serving. Sure, he couldn't handle the high volume of a regular section but there was that two-top table in the smoking section right under the air conditioner vent and radio speaker that nobody liked to sit at. That table was David's and David was proud of it. He'd wipe it down quite often and always made the guests who had the misfortune of being seated there feel at home with his friendly attitude and his limited, but comfortably simple vocabulary. Never had there been a cleaner table and this night was no exception.
An elderly couple was slowly inching their way to the table with the Host moving quickly ahead of them on the busy Friday night. Finally seated, a look of elation crept over David's face as he noticed them. Approaching them, the elderly man noticed the dull look in David's eyes, the child-like smile across his face and the awkward limp that gave his handicapped nature away. With a roll of his eyes, the man went back to his menu.
"HELLO thar! I'm David!
The elderly woman looked to her husband as he frowned over the menu and grumbled, "a slow waiter for a slow restaurant."
"What wud you like to dink?" David managed to ask. He seemed not to take note of the elderly man's condecending manner and continued with the routine he used with every table.
"A scotch, rocks. The lady'll have a Beringer. And bring us two waters too...if you can manage." The man continued looking over the menu as David stood there without moving. Slowly the couple brought their gaze to David.
"Wud you like to hear da special Fresh Catch?" David asked.
"Not really, David, I'd like to eat sometime tonight and I don't think you speak quickly enough" the old man replied.
"I'd love to, honey," the woman said with a quick, sideways glance to her husband.
Smiling with glee, David looked to the ceiling as if the description was written there and stated loudly, "Da Special Fresh Catch is a Adlantic Salmon filet, lightly blackened and served over da bed of steamed spinach wif a side of rice pilaf. It's 17.95 an' it's very very very very good!"
David looked back to the table in proud indignance.
"Well that sounds lovely, David. Go ahead and bring me that." The gentleman got up without excusing himself and rudely pushed past David to go to the restroom.
David smiled and looked to the lady. "I'll have the shrimp scampi, David, and thank you so much."
After serving the couple their drinks, David went to the back and stood next to the passthrough waiting for his food. He rocked back and forth, staring at the ground seemingly mumbling to himself. He did this often.
"Order up, David! Better hurry!" a shout came from behind the line.
Two entrees were placed on the pass and David placed a large spoon in the shrimp scampi bowl. He grabbed the second plate and placed a lemon on it. Looking around, he noticed no one was watching and he picked up the salmon filet and walked into the buss station. Undoing the buckle on his over-sized belt, he dropped his trousers to his ankles, placed the filet on his palm, and proceeded to stuff it down the back of his tight white underwear.
He smiled and looked to the ceiling as the cajun spices puckered his buckeye. He seemed to be enjoying himself. With a 'credit card swipe' of the salmon filet between his sweaty buttcheeks, he pulled up his pants, rebuckled his belt and placed the filet back on the plate.
Smiling, he pushed past the double swing doors and into the smoking section, plates in hand.
"Here's da scampi." David placed the bowl in front of the elderly lady.
"Mmmmm, it looks great David!" the woman said, smiling warmly.
"And da FRESH CATCH FRESH CATCH FRESH CATCH FRESH CATCH!!!!!!!!"
David walked back to the corner of the room where he'd usually rock back and forth, mumble and watch his cutomers eat from afar. The manager approached and leaned in to hear what David was mumbling, as he was always curious. He didn't know what to think about what he heard and he simply shook his head, said, "Good work, David!" and walked away. David smiled and mumbled more...
short notice and i wanted to get in on the fresh trend. I'm a follower.