#Chapter 98: Shambles

The biggest problem with waitressing is that Becki really freaking hates it, okay? It's miserable. People are so rude to you, all the time, and your arms ache after each shift from carrying around everybody's hot plates and their stupid trays of cocktails and wine and soda and god knows what else. And nobody is ever happy, either. They ordered a Cabernet Sauvignon, but all your restaurant sells is Merlot. Well. You'd think the entire sky was falling down, the way some people carry on about it. Imagine being that obsessed with Cabernet Sauvignon, for Christ's sake. Becki very deliberately does not think about all the times that she yelled at a server because they were out of the wine she wanted, or about that time when she asked for no walnuts and threw the salad on the floor because the waiter forgot. Or about that time that she asked for a manager to insist that creepy busboy be fired, because she knew he was checking her out while he cleared tables. That had really been b