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Thursday, January 20, 2011

cork it

Delight is making ninety dollars off of three tables. 

Serving is humbling.  Go figure, right?  And last night, I felt like Superwaitress.  I was singing Don't stop me noooowwww...I'm having such a good time...

I had just sold a $78 bottle of red wine to a three top table.  I. Was. Unstoppable.

But, as we all know...what happens when I get a big head?  Oh yeah, so put back in my place.



A coworker looked at me and said, "You know you have to present that wine to the table, right?"

"Uh, YEAH," I said with the most sass I could muster.  "I have been here four months you know.  I have learned something..."

He laughed it off like he thought I was joking.  And I do joke a lot.  So much that when I'm actually serious people think I'm joking.  I wasn't joking.  I hate it when people patronize me.  I don't joke about patronization.

I grabbed the bottle, and draped a fresh napkin across my arm and headed to the floor to present the wine. 



He called after me again, "It's a '99, so be sure the screw goes all the way through the cork."

I smiled and nodded, but inside my head was Grrrrrrrrrr.




So, I bounced to the table presented the wine.  The customer gave me the "go-ahead-and-pour" nod I wait for, and so I began to open the bottle and...

And the screw didn't go through the whole cork.  I mean, this wine was twelve years old.  The cork was brittle, and it broke into pieces in my palm.  The worst of it was, a fourth of the cork was left near the bottle's base of the neck. 

Whoops.

I panicked and left the table without saying a word.  Not like Superwaitress, more like Super-deer-caught-in-headlights-waitress.  I grabbed said coworker who was giving me such a hard time and looked at him all like fix it! 

Well, the cork fell in the wine.  And if you know anything about wine you not only know more than I do, you also know that cork in wine equals bad.  It's not only gross, it depletes the worth of the wine itself. 

And I had the audacity to be a bucket full of sass to my coworker.  What was I thinking?

So, brave coworker goes to explain the situation to the table.  And these guys are TOTALLY fine with it.  The man suggested an alternative...just pour the wine through a coffee filter.  Cork-be-gone!
 

I took the remainder of the wine to the table and apologized briefly to the gentlemen.  The man who ordered the wine looked at me, smiled and said, "I like it better this way, anyway." 


You know, we're all kind of like a bottle of wine.  We're complicated - at time fragrant (ew) - people.  We make mistakes.  And sometimes little remnants of cork fall into our lives.



And the best part is, it doesn't mess with our lives or deplete our worth.  We are loved and delighted in just the same. 
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Alli said...

Good post! You're right, we don't need to let those "little pieces of cork" ruin our lives. The man who bought the wine showed a valuable lesson.

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