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There was this waiter in my dream this evening. He had only ever worked in the classiest of big city restaurants, where he was comfortable in his place as a subordinate serving people. It was, I suppose, all he knew of how to engage with customers, possibly people altogether, and understood that relationship as necessary and familiar.
Now, he found himself in some hole-in-the-wall in Eureka. The customers made small talk with him, and he had a variety of duties to perform in front of customers which would never be done anywhere he worked. Wipe off a table with a rag? Good god.
So he nervously made small talk, being new to all of this. His way of engaging with this drastic shift in his behavior was to make the small talk about his nervousness. It was thoroughly endearing. He smiled at my guest and I more nervous than that guy I was hitting on earlier today, expressed his need to go move tables around for a large unannounced party that just came in, had a brief vision of his glory days serving the rich and well-known, and pulled some tables together.
My dream characters are awful one-dimensional.
Now, he found himself in some hole-in-the-wall in Eureka. The customers made small talk with him, and he had a variety of duties to perform in front of customers which would never be done anywhere he worked. Wipe off a table with a rag? Good god.
So he nervously made small talk, being new to all of this. His way of engaging with this drastic shift in his behavior was to make the small talk about his nervousness. It was thoroughly endearing. He smiled at my guest and I more nervous than that guy I was hitting on earlier today, expressed his need to go move tables around for a large unannounced party that just came in, had a brief vision of his glory days serving the rich and well-known, and pulled some tables together.
My dream characters are awful one-dimensional.