#1085616 added March 18, 2025 at 12:37am Restrictions: None
Bad Waiter
Worst Waiter With Best Intent
It was routine, a lazy Sunday ritual. My nose pressed
to comic-inked pages when he served burnt toast.
Not what I ordered, and noted the lack of butter.
Behaving as bacon, laid a strip of jalapeño beef jerky.
Who heard of such a thing? He over-filled the glass,
slurping off the excess OJ. His soiled hands black,
grime from over-handling plated sandwich cookies.
Tipped a dollar, he crawled in my bed and urged, “dig in!”
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