This is a little exercise that I did when I was first painting and still working as a waiter at a Perkins restaurant. I call it The Servant and it sort of sums up my time as a waiter, except for the fact that I never wore tails when serving pancakes. It was a great learning experience however. I think everyone should wait tables for a while. Teaches humility.
I remember going to some openings and being praised for the work. “Oh, this is so wonderful” this and “You’re doing great stuff” that to the point my head barely fit in my car to drive home. Then the next morning I was pouring coffee for a factory worker or a trucker and I would realize that for most people my so-called triumph was an absolute nothing. Didn’t matter and never would.
My head returned quickly to its normal size and would resume my duties as a server, all the time whistling and humming tunes in my head to pass the time. Here’s one from Lyle Lovett that was a favorite back then and still is.
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