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her head to empty her thoughts, an empty head was a prerequisite for working in the chicken shop, Cassandra was on greeter duties today and a family of four had stepped through the doors.
“Hey there,” she beamed falsely. “What can I do for you?”
It was a father, mother and two children. The dad, bright-eyed and happy seemed to be more excited about being there than his family were.
“Hiya, table for four, please.”
Cassandra smiled back, this time with warmth as she saw how buoyant his mood was, she manoeuvred her way through the taken tables and chairs to find four empty seats by the window, and sitting the family down, Cassandra gave each of them a menu and took their drinks order, the father got her attention once more before she left.
“It’s my son’s birthday too, can we get the ‘Mega bigger birthday bucket bonanza’ please?”
Her fake smile came back. “Of course you can.”
“But we didn’t reserve a table,” the dad said.
“It shouldn’t be a problem.”
She lifted up her sleeves and frantically scratched her arms, without even noticing the mother looking at her with a puzzled look on her face. The mother spoke in a cold, tired drone. “Something wrong with your arms?”
Cassandra dropped her hands to her side. “Nope, I’m fine, thank you.” She turned to the child sitting closest to her. “So is it this handsome boy’s birthday then?” The boy nodded and blushed. Cassandra leaned closer to the boy and spoke softly. “Then we’ll have to give you a special birthday treat. What’s your name?”
The boy spoke barely above a whisper. “Muskrat.”
“Seriously?”
The mum glared at her.
“Do you have a problem with the name I gave my son?” Cassandra shook her head. “No, I think it’s a lovely name.” The girl made an effort to look into Muskrat’s eyes to reassure him. “Right, now I’ll leave you to order your food and get your drinks for you.” Walking through the kitchen doors she threw her arms up in the air in exasperation. “WHERE DO WE FIND THESE PEOPLE?” The kitchen staff chuckled.
“We have a birthday, table five, boy’s name is Mudflap…no sorry, Muskrat.” She smirked at her colleagues’ shocked expressions. “Yeah, tell me about it.”
Another waitress breezed in with eyes transfixed on a piece of paper, she shouted too. “BIRTHDAY; TABLE’S FOUR, SEVEN, NINE, FIFTEEN, KIDS’ NAMES ARE; AUBREY, KEENE, LINUS AND ZARA.”
With military precision Cassandra and a handful of other servers grabbed some comedy hats and went back into the restaurant. They went from table to table singing the ‘Birthday song’, children cheered and banged on the table when their birthday server approached, more kids entered the chicken shack and had to be entertained too, it seemed that day was every kid’s birthday and they all had a song sung to them accompanied by a special chicken dance.
Table five, with Muskrat and family hadn’t had their birthday song yet, the father waited patiently while his wife rolled her eyes and tutted while sipping her white wine. She filled her glass again and tapped at her watch to her husband who smiled back apologetically.
“I know, but they’ll get to us eventually, I’m sure they will, they’re just busy.”
Cassandra had sung her heart out to at least a dozen tables, but she had forgotten her original table five. Her arms were itching beyond belief and she scratched and sung repeatedly, she was growing more tired as each song passed and was feeling hot too.
Muskrat stuck his tongue out to his younger brother as he waited for his dinner, his mother sighed loudly and clicked her fingers.
“EXCUSE ME, EXCUSE ME, YOUNG LADY.” Cassandra carried on singing to another table, putting her hands on her shoulders, mirroring the lyrics to the birthday song. Grabbing a fork the mother started banging it hard onto the table. “I SAID EXCUSE ME, YOUNG LADY, I’M TALKING TO YOU.”
Cassandra started to sweat and was
“Hey there,” she beamed falsely. “What can I do for you?”
It was a father, mother and two children. The dad, bright-eyed and happy seemed to be more excited about being there than his family were.
“Hiya, table for four, please.”
Cassandra smiled back, this time with warmth as she saw how buoyant his mood was, she manoeuvred her way through the taken tables and chairs to find four empty seats by the window, and sitting the family down, Cassandra gave each of them a menu and took their drinks order, the father got her attention once more before she left.
“It’s my son’s birthday too, can we get the ‘Mega bigger birthday bucket bonanza’ please?”
Her fake smile came back. “Of course you can.”
“But we didn’t reserve a table,” the dad said.
“It shouldn’t be a problem.”
She lifted up her sleeves and frantically scratched her arms, without even noticing the mother looking at her with a puzzled look on her face. The mother spoke in a cold, tired drone. “Something wrong with your arms?”
Cassandra dropped her hands to her side. “Nope, I’m fine, thank you.” She turned to the child sitting closest to her. “So is it this handsome boy’s birthday then?” The boy nodded and blushed. Cassandra leaned closer to the boy and spoke softly. “Then we’ll have to give you a special birthday treat. What’s your name?”
The boy spoke barely above a whisper. “Muskrat.”
“Seriously?”
The mum glared at her.
“Do you have a problem with the name I gave my son?” Cassandra shook her head. “No, I think it’s a lovely name.” The girl made an effort to look into Muskrat’s eyes to reassure him. “Right, now I’ll leave you to order your food and get your drinks for you.” Walking through the kitchen doors she threw her arms up in the air in exasperation. “WHERE DO WE FIND THESE PEOPLE?” The kitchen staff chuckled.
“We have a birthday, table five, boy’s name is Mudflap…no sorry, Muskrat.” She smirked at her colleagues’ shocked expressions. “Yeah, tell me about it.”
Another waitress breezed in with eyes transfixed on a piece of paper, she shouted too. “BIRTHDAY; TABLE’S FOUR, SEVEN, NINE, FIFTEEN, KIDS’ NAMES ARE; AUBREY, KEENE, LINUS AND ZARA.”
With military precision Cassandra and a handful of other servers grabbed some comedy hats and went back into the restaurant. They went from table to table singing the ‘Birthday song’, children cheered and banged on the table when their birthday server approached, more kids entered the chicken shack and had to be entertained too, it seemed that day was every kid’s birthday and they all had a song sung to them accompanied by a special chicken dance.
Table five, with Muskrat and family hadn’t had their birthday song yet, the father waited patiently while his wife rolled her eyes and tutted while sipping her white wine. She filled her glass again and tapped at her watch to her husband who smiled back apologetically.
“I know, but they’ll get to us eventually, I’m sure they will, they’re just busy.”
Cassandra had sung her heart out to at least a dozen tables, but she had forgotten her original table five. Her arms were itching beyond belief and she scratched and sung repeatedly, she was growing more tired as each song passed and was feeling hot too.
Muskrat stuck his tongue out to his younger brother as he waited for his dinner, his mother sighed loudly and clicked her fingers.
“EXCUSE ME, EXCUSE ME, YOUNG LADY.” Cassandra carried on singing to another table, putting her hands on her shoulders, mirroring the lyrics to the birthday song. Grabbing a fork the mother started banging it hard onto the table. “I SAID EXCUSE ME, YOUNG LADY, I’M TALKING TO YOU.”
Cassandra started to sweat and was
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