
Last Thursday at breakfast, the woman in the next booth pointed toward the waitress and hissed, “Did she just call you honey?”
By the way she dove headlong into indignation, you could tell she did it a lot. The man in the booth with her, tried to calm her down. You could tell he did that a lot too.
“It's the Waffle House," he explained, "it's what they do.”
“Why are we here?” she asked.
“You can't visit the south and not eat at a Waffle House,” he said. “Try the pecan waffles, you will love them.”
“I don't eat waffles,” she said.
That much was obvious.
She was uncomfortably thin and dressed to show it. She wore her black skirt and sweater tight, and the blackness of her hair was something only chemistry could produce.
Perhaps her thinness had something to do with her attitude, her nerves must have been too close to the surface.
“Then order something else,” he said.
She examined the menu card. “There is NOTHING here I would eat.” She flicked it over then flipped it back. With each turn of the menu her indignation ratcheted up a notch.
“She didn't call me 'honey',” she said.
The guy just stared at her. He knew what was coming.
“She is flirting with you, isn't she?” she said, “and you are letting her do it.”
“It is all good fun,” he explained.
About then, the waitress strolled by with a pot of coffee and topped off his mug. “Are we ready to order?” she asked.
“No!” the woman said.
The waitress moved on.
“Excuse me,” the woman called after her “I'd like another glass of water..... Please!!”
“Sure, be right with you, Sugar.”
“Did you hear that?” the woman said.
“What?”
“She called me sugar!”
“See!” the guy said, “they call everyone either honey or sugar.”
“No!” she said, “She called YOU honey and ME sugar.”
“What's wrong that?”
“Sugar is what you call a child, not a grown woman. It's a put down. She put me down.”
“Why would she do that?”
“Because she is flirting with you.”
The guy groaned and put his face in his hands. “Sure,” he said through his palms, “she's buttering me up because she knows I am the one who is going to pay the bill.”
“WHAT?” the woman said. “That is the most sexist thing I ever heard.”
“But it's true.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Okay, you pay.”
“I can't. I don't have my purse.”
“Bingo! You don't think she noticed?”
“Okay, lend me a $20 and I will pay.”
“I don't think so.”
“Why not?”
“Because I know you, you will stiff her.”
“She deserves to be stiffed.”
“Why? For flirting?”
“YES!!”
“She works for tips.”
“You mean she flirts for tips. You don't find that a little tawdry?”
“Not as tawdry as stiffing a hard-working waitress.”
“She's using her sex for favors.”
“You mean like you do?”
“WHAT!!??”
“Like the way you always 'forget' your purse?”
With that, the woman rose in a huff and stomped out the door. Within the beat of a heart, the waitress was beside the table, “More coffee, honey?”
“Sure darling, fill 'er up,” he said.
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This week's challenge: write a scene.
Start with a setting. It can be anywhere. Put a character into the scene. If you don't want them mumbling to them-selves, give them the company of another character.
Now let them loose.
Here are some hints:
- He said, she said is always a wealth of material.
- Write about two cats discussing diner, with their diner. (I always like it when diner has a say.)
- Let the setting speak for itself. Let it say more than the characters. Think like Thomas Hardy.
- Start with a conflict. Resolve the conflict. Ignite it anew at the end.
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Comments: 98
In a world where people do not know their neighbors, the familiarity of someone calling you honey is refreshing.
I have a qestion though..
Did you find my mwe response on writing not acceptable?
Please don't be afraid or shy to tel me of my mistakes..
I use the search bar (on upper right corner of the page) to search on 'mwe'. Apparently, I rely on it too much because I have gotten burned in the past.
I am so sorry to have missed your post but it is in the list now. Again, my apologies.
My husband told me this story. Imagine the look on his face! :)
You've made me smile, as usual.........fab prompt!
An example. How has your day been today duck or how has your day been today flower.
Another word that you will hear is pet or even cock. It can be quite confusing for people that are visiting my country.
When we write stories, we snip and stitch together little scenes from our lives. In this case, the woman who forgets her purse is my wife - but in reality my wife loves pecan waffles and the banter at Waffle House. She makes less money than I do, so my treating her is a dash of romance and a dose of equalizing our expenses.
Customer service in all its forms is a tough and all too often thankless job. I try to tip as generously as I can because I know the staff depends on tips for income. I also try to make their experience waiting on me as pleasant as possible because as a customer that is part of my job.
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Nice lead up to the prompt.
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To use the restaurant analogy, writers are like cooks and waiters, the readers are the customers. If we do something wrong or right, it helps us to know. Maybe a cook could tell another cook that they are running the grill too hot and their critique will be noted - but when a customer complains that their food taste burned, the cook will take action.
You live in Waffle House country! I am sooo jealous. :)
Oh feminine responsibility--now THAT's a bitch!
Well done, as usual, Greg!!
Phil, you gave me an evening chuckle :-)
Thans Greg, bit an interesting write. You should have a prompt sometime of interesting restaurant experiences.
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Personally, I hate terms of endearment. I always swore if a guy called me Sweetheart, Hon, Honey, Sugar, Puddin', etc. - I'd leave. I much prefer "Hey You!" or the colloquial "Yo".
My cat, Rook, on the other hand, loves it when I call him my "wittle cutta woota bubby boo". Cats. Go figure.
I think the waitress calling the anorexic woman, "Sugar" was a come on. Even Waffle country does not discriminate based on age, race, gender, or sexual preference. Unless, of course, you order scrapple.
I have a short story that I want to print out. I'm not sure if it will fit your prompt or not ... but I'm going to submit it.
At first I was polite. I tapped on the ceiling with a broom to put them on notice - but no. Next I tried driving them out with dryer sheets. I heard that they hate the smell. No success.
I resisted resorting to murder because they are such gorgeous little creatures with fine brown pelts and snow white bellies. They are kind of cute too and though many people believe me to be a mean old coot, beneath a gruff exterior, I am a gentle soul. But enough it enough.
So I resorted to mouse treats, spreading those little squares of cyanide laced goodness about. Unfortunately, these industrious mice merely stashed them away, an exceptionally noisy process.
Finally, I screwed a series of wooden spring traps up under the eaves of the man-hut and baited them with peanut butter.
Oh, such a tragic harvest I reaped. Each morning I'd find a row a lovely critters frozen in death.
I fear for my Karma. :)
Only once was I ever mad at a waitress and insisted she be stiffed. She lingered all night at our table talking to my boyfriend with her back to me, repeatedly touching him, and he was NOT encouraging her. I am not a jealous person, but that really irritated me. He convinced me not to tell on her, and I hope the stiff for her efforts taught her a lesson. Sorry, but this is not service in my book!
When a waitress calls me honey or sweetie I don't consider it hospitality, and I am from the south. I realize some are raised this way, I just wasn't. The only people we spoke so familiarly to were those very close to us, and then usually in private, so as not to embarrass or exclude others. To each his own, but when I am dining with MY "sweetie" keep your darn hands off him, or your tip trolling will backfire.
Silly? Maybe, but we all have our triggers.