The New Waitress

Our order was simple: two salads with ranch dressing and a plate of fries

She delivered two salads and politely asked if there was anything else we needed.

"Just some dressing," said The Husband, "and the fries."

"Yes, ranch dressing and fries," she said and hurried to the kitchen.

She delivered three containers of ranch, politely said, "Your fries are being made right now," and hurried back to the kitchen.

"I bet she forgot the fries," I said to The Husband, "and she just now put in the order."

We ate our salads and ranch.

About the time a waitress would come around to ask if we wanted dessert and to leave the check if we said no, she came around to tell us she was sorry our fries were taking so long and the manager was going to give us the fries for free.

We said okay, and she hurried back to the kitchen. 

"She forgot our fries twice," The Husband said.

As we polished off our salads, she brought a lovely plate of fries fresh out of the fryer, still glistening with oil that hadn't yet soaked in. They were the best fries I've ever eaten.

She was new. And she was very pleasant and sweet. She'll get better.