A Threat and a Promise
Here’s a piece I wrote about the time I waited on a customer at the restaurant who wanted me to help him propose to his girlfriend. It’s published in two places – The Good Men Project and WORK Literary Magazine.
So I have the guy tell me twice how he wants me to surprise his girlfriend with this thing. At dessert, I’m to come from the table’s blind side, present everyone else their dessert, and then swoop in from the left with a plate of juicy, scrumptious diamond ring. I’m to slink off into the background like Carson, the house butler from Downton Abbey and, as he said it, “wait for her to stop crying or screaming or whatever and then bring her dessert.” I noted that the young man bore grand illusions of how this was all supposed to go.