The Waitressing Paradox

Sunday brunch: the excursion everyone looks forward to all week. Bottomless mimosas, French toast, overpriced coffee, and me stuck behind the bar. While everyone else enjoys a leisurely meal, I have a 21-top in my section, a full bar in front of me, and a printer that won’t stop spitting out more drink tickets. Someone needs a fresh coffee; someone else needs more butter. Drinks need making, food is waiting to be…