I don’t want to know that Sam is my Server
(Or attentive slave salivating for a tip)
Or Babs is my Busser
Or Desmond shakes my cocktails
I don’t want to be told that my entrée is a good decision
(Would they tell me other wise?)
I don’t want them to kneel at my feet
It would be nice to have my chair pulled out
And to always be told the specials
(And not hear them recited at the next table)
It would be nice to have my beverages topped off
Without raising my white napkin
And at the end of the meal I would like my
Check delivered face down
Until I am ready
To pay
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