I have a new favorite breakfast spot. Been there at least a half-dozen times or more. Christina was a great waitress, attentive, courteous, with a friendly smile.
“Would you like your usual?” She’d ask. We’d sit at our favorite table. Last Sunday, Christina, was no longer there to brighten the morning.
It turned out, she had a killer commute to work–moved on to better things, closer to home. Can’t blame her–crossing the bay bridge and tunnel, famous for traffic tie ups, was nerve-wracking.
Maybe it’s nitpicking, but her replacements had a lot to learn. Starting with the difference between one slice of thick marble rye toast, cut in half, and two slices of rye toast, cut in half. Breaking in new employees was a tough job. I can’t help it–Christina spoiled me.
Christina, I don’t need you to come back. Wish you best of luck and happy landings. Will miss you on early Sunday mornings.