Saturday, August 18, 2007

Restaurant as Classroom

Given the chance to speak our minds and to document the same, we servers at Red Lobster might vent enough hellish ramble to fill a multi-volume work. I wonder what we would call it and if it would sell. It would be the perfect book to keep in the bathroom. Having been at the ole Lobster now for a couple years and a couple months I have learned invaluable lessons about myself and other people through the combination/interaction of both. I have identified and prayed against a deep, sickening, racial prejudice within me. The phrase "stupid nigger" has entered my head countless times over the course of the past couple years. And if I could take each of these past hateful moments and turn them into present, loving ones I would.