Tonight I went to J. Gilligan's to see The Friday Crew and raise money for MGM. Needless to say, the tiny little bar&grill was packed, standing room only. The dozen or so waitresses were slammed by high school kids downing soda after soda or people not ordering anything at all. A few got very snippy, but one, the one who just happened to be our waitress, didn't let the crowd faze her. Without questions she checked to see if the cheesecake was strawberry-free (I'm horribly allergic), which it wasn't, and she felt truly sorry. So sorry that she found a cheesecake Hershey's Kiss in the back and brought it out to me. The fact that she remembered that and thought of me (one of many teenager, who supposedly tip horribly) even though she had so many other customers with better tipping reputations, really made me smile. That little Kiss was the highlight of an already amazing night. She also didn't charge us for two of our drinks! I could have hugged her if she didn't have a tray full of beer and several annoyed customers. We don't even know each others' names, but that tiny, seemingly insignificant deed will stay with me for a long time to come.
Thank you very much, Gilligan's waitress.
Thank you.
