Pg. 504 Writing I

Writing I

The waitress first appeared to me to be keeping her composure. She could be tense or upset or just sort of so so feeling but whatever she is feeling, it appears to be well masked behind an overall presentation of professional service. After reading the poem, I am even more certain of how the waitress first appeared to me. I remember working in a 5 star restaurant. The customers were awful, ignorant and completely unaware of the blissful lives they lived. The chef was temperamental and demanding, and the tiny staff just had to grit and bear the most ridiculous requests from either the chef or the customers with a smile. The author of the poem understands this situation on some level, but all she can do is give "a large, sentimental tip" and be on her way...thinking about every waiter or waitress that has ever served her.