“The PEARL – it must be here!” Frantically, she ran first a spoon and then a fork, and finally, her fingers through the giant pile of bowls, smeared with remnants of PASTA and sauce. The rest of the staff went about their business, ignoring the increasingly urgent activity of the new girl. Finally, a bus boy took pity on her and walked over. “Hey. Stop.” She looked up eyes a little wild. The bus boy calmly leaned in and said, “Was it Mrs. M. who told you that she lost something? Don’t be a PATSY. She does that to all the new wait staff.” Tears welled up on the girl’s eyes. “You mean…?” The bus boy nodded. “You should go get cleaned up. And welcome to the Ritz.”

Georg’ann

Let’s TABLE this discussion,
neither PARTY in agreement.
Each fears being a PATSY.

Heather