... in tartar sauce. They already have the hangdog look of overweight men. Your waitress comes over. She's not fat at all. She's skinny. Her features are small and sharp. She looks like the kind of girl that would hang out on the sidewalks of the East Village showing ofF her piercings and tattoos...

... appreciate her discretion, surprising herself at how intuitively the etiquette for dining with a married man came to her. “Got any scotch?” He asked the pretty waitress, who spoke very little English. Who drinks scotch? Ick. Nikki suddenly wanted...

... must’ve ID’d the body.” “Maybe he got ’em to lie,” George said. “I seriously doubt that,” I said. “That would be a crime, wouldn’t it?” “That would be just like Sniff,” George said. A waitress with a wrist splint stopped by to refill our coffee cups. While she poured, I sensed that all three...

..., the bank, for the waitress to notice me, for a refill, for lunch, supper, another beer, a cigarette, for my connection, for the next paycheck, benefits check, social security, income tax, for the light to change, the subway, to get my teeth cleaned, to take...

... with phones in their ears have disembarked, armed with their discretionary accounts. Now I understand why two young waitresses behind a swinging door crouch and whisper. Spring is the rumor of contaminada signs shipped away in combustible bins. minnesota review 95 (2020) DOI 10.1215/00265667-8623518 © 2020...

... to be the most beautiful waitress —​ we had a car that dressed in high school gowns. A year after she died I watched a man jump from forty-two stories and vanish into a plummeting window. Adrian’s thirty now, spends his time crawling around in the sky which he says is a kind of soil...

..., and that pleases her. Or her mother will say, I don’t get you, girl. But she thinks her mother does get her. Gets her more than anybody has, since she gets her mother. She gets exactly why her mother stays waitressing at the town diner instead of looking for the better job she’s always swearing she’ll...

... in the present, when they are dead; in the past, when they died their dramatic deaths; and in the future, when they could be revived; and he wants all the other diners to know it. Often there is a woman who orders bottomless black coffee and then flags down one of the two waitresses about three times an hour...

.... There was liverwurst and Wonder Bread in the fridge. Around bedtime she returned, smelling of Pall Malls and bourbon. She d been hired as a waitress and bartender at Bowl-a-Roll Lanes. This was a good thing, of course, and she seemed happy for a bit. Then at some point, I imagine the hopelessness of it all of trying...

... of Black Label and the waitress kept everyone’s glass full to the brim. Mana sat diagonally opposite Ting, and watched her cheeks gradually redden from the alcohol. He noted her bright eyes, the tip of her tongue moistening her red lips; he knew that when they got home...

..., redheaded waitress from earlier: she’d taken off her wig and washed the makeup from her arms, and you could see the bright inks of her tattoo —​a tearful girl stared at a glowing box with all the troubles in the world flying out of it. And right then, wasted enough to take it as symbolic, you...

... both drifted back to more familiar haunts. In Boston, I worked as a waitress in a small diner in a gentrify- ing neighborhood of Allston. My boss had ordered me to “discour- age” the elderly regulars from sitting too long at the counter. They tended to linger over a cup of soup, whiling...