The new waitress

The new waitress

fiction
edward w pritchard

Rachel never had a job outside the home until she was seventy-five years old. Today was her first day at her new job as a waitress.

Out of high school Rachel had married had children and lead a moderately privileged
life. In her day women didn't usually work. They did keep a nice home, promote the welfare of the family and act as good citizens of the community.

Rachel was nervous as she took the first few orders. She was small and neatly dressed. She looked like someone who should be a volunteer tour guide at a large museum in New York City or San Fransisco. Her clothes on inspection were expensive and the type that never went out of style for a lady.

Writing carefully she tried to accurately enter the food order into the new hand held computing device that she was not use to using. Spending a little extra time, it being her first day, she went about obtaining the lunch orders for the patients in the cubicles doing their four hour chemo therapy at the large cancer unit of the local hospital.

Volunteers, even volunteer new waitresses are angels of mercy.