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Busboy with Bluetooth May 12, 2008

Posted by vsap in Blogroll, Poetry, Uncategorized.
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Times have changed alot in restaurants

since I was last a busboy in 1970.

I suppose it’s not as easy for the waitresses to accuse

busboys of stealing their tips, not much cash on the tables

anymore, plastic is king and the busboy has no opportunity

even if he has motive and some measure of justification.

Waiters and waitresses are the rock stars of the restaurant,

it’s not like the old days when you could know the owner

and you could even be sure that your waiter or waitress

would be one of a handful you had seen in the place every time you visited.

You might even have had a favorite.

It’s just as likely you never noticed the busboy.

If he was a local jock or member of a prominent family or neighbor boy

you might give a wink and nod but otherwise, just nameless, faceless,

cleaning up, doing the thankless but essential job.

So I was interested beyond reason when I saw a busboy with a Bluetooth,

those things that make you look like you’re talking to yourself or

make you look like a predecessor of the Borg.

But as I thought about it, I figured it was quite useful to him,

especially in a busy restaurant when you couldn’t see every table

or know every customer move.

Now there was another master conducting the moves, wirelessly,

in the ear of the busboy, telling him where to go next or if there

was a sudden spill or other accident that needed tending.

Having been a busboy, and been accused of being a thief, lazy

and just plain ignorant by owners and waitresses, I thought that can’t happen

anymore when, now, you didn’t even have to think for yourself,

and there’s no opportunity to lift a few pennies from the tip,

so the $5.50 an hour will have to do along with a new electronic friend

instructing you every minute in your ear.

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