So on Saturday, I'm taking an order from a table and this man pushes me from behind. I hear two male voices say "excuse me" so I move into the table further to give them more room to pass. I get bashed again and nearly drop my tray. I get a little miffed in my head and think bad thoughts about the pusher. Then when I leave the table and see the culprit, I notice he is blind. Ooops. I feel bad. Then, Gladys goes up to talk to him in Spanish and she is very friendly with him. I don't think anything of it but that maybe she is taking my order for me. Then she comes up to me and says that it is Jose Feliciano. Other Spanish speaking people in the room recognize him as well. I didn't know he was blind but I wouldn't have recognized him anyway.
Meanwhile, I am taking photos at work for a photo essay called "work is hard work". It's a public group on flickr, so please join.
http://flickr.com/groups/581795@N25/pool/