Twenty-six years I waited tables at the supper club off the lake, and the new owner fired me between the salad and the entrée for a fifty that came up short.
I made my stop in the morning, before that supper club ever opened, and I walked in the back the way I have for twenty-six years, straight to the little …
Twenty-six years I waited tables at the supper club off the lake, and the new owner fired me between the salad and the entrée for a fifty that came up short. Read More