Waiter Rant — Tsunami

If you’re not already, go read this entry in Waiter Rant, which is called Tsunami. This guy is such a good writer. The observations about working in food service are spot on and funny, sure, but you could say the same of Cook Rant. But the cat who writes Waiter Rant is more. He’s got […]

If you’re not already, go read this entry in Waiter Rant, which is called Tsunami.

This guy is such a good writer. The observations about working in food service are spot on and funny, sure, but you could say the same of Cook Rant.

But the cat who writes Waiter Rant is more. He’s got a keen sense of who people are. He’s writing about life; he’s something of a philosopher. More, he’s an incredibly good writer, and I can’t wait til he decides to get a book out.

This entry isn’t about being a waiter. This entry is about fear and change.

My godfather sits in the passenger seat. He taps me on my shoulder.

“You can’t be here,” I say to him, “You’re dead.”

Putting on his old Greek fisherman’s cap he looks at me lovingly with his cool blue eyes.

“Everything changes,” he says.

With a tremendous roar the tsunami arrives in all its fury. Blue green and glistening it towers hundreds of feet high. I can see the shadows of sharks swimming inside. It heads straight for me. I’m going to die.

“And nothing changes,” my godfather whispers.

The wave hits. I cry out. I’m tumbling in darkness.

[composed and posted with ecto]

2 thoughts on “Waiter Rant — Tsunami”

  1. I am in complete agreement. Sat here and read him until I thought my eyes would explode. Great stuff. Added him to my list, too. Thanks!

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