Post by michelle harris on Jun 23, 2009 21:24:34 GMT -6
Being a klutz is not the delusion it is thought to be. It is not a cute nor quirky attribute to have. It is not as it is portrayed in books or even in movies. She was no Isabella Swan or Miss Congeniality, though to be fair it had some benefits, knowledge for one. Had she not been born with this 'little' falter she'd have no use for first aid skills.She'd never learn to tend to wounds or concussions, and most importantly, wouldn't be as cautious as she was, putting up those walls to keep her insides safer than my outside. But that's a whole other story all together.
Regardless of all that caution, all that precaution here she was, doing just the opposite of safe, she was waitressing.Sure it doesn't sound so bad, not to those fortunate enough to have the gift of coordination, but to those who don't, they, like Michelle know just how dangerous a restaurant is, the knives, the people, the food. Balancing food was most definitely out of the question for a person like Mich. But here she was asking a customer for forgiveness for spilling coffee all over his tacky tourist Hawaiian shirt. She apologized profusely
"It's fine," he said curtly, wiping himself with a rag she had provided.
"Not a problem" he reassured her all too nicely as she repeatedly said, "sorry." He was flip flopping the idea, 'Should I be nice to the poor girl, or should I be mean to the klutz' luckily he chose the prior. She helped him clean up and once all seemed settled again walked away, bumping right into someone.
"Oomph" the wind was knocked out of her, and her tray(thankfully bare) and order notepad was knocked down to the floor. "I'm soo sorry!" She began, bending down to pick up the brown try and notepad."Michelle!" cried the manger after seeing the incidents. "Take a break hun" Michelle sighed and nodded. "Sorry again" she said.
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