“Nah, we won’t be busy today,” my counterpart told me. “We only have 30 reservations in the book.”
“Even though it’s almost like a holiday weekend?” I challenged. My counterpart knows a lot, but I was pretty sure he was wrong about this.
“Nope. People are off work, and the fireworks crowd won’t be around yet.”
“Well, I think you’re wrong. I think we could be slammed. So many tourists are in town.”
“Maybe. We’ll see.”
They started coming in when I unlocked the doors, and they never stopped. 600-plus covers. Walk-in groups of 8, 10, 12, and 14 milled about my podium all day. Six-tops were very much in fashion. Deuces were wild and three- and four-tops were de rigeur.
“I told you it would be busy,” my counterpart smiled as the night shift came on and we prepared to take off.
“What!” I laughed. “You said it would be quiet!”
“Now, tomorrow–tomorrow could be very active.”
Very active. I love that phrase.
Restaurant Gal Daughter and I are preparing for the day like we’re going into battle: most comfortable shoes, huge power breakfast before the shift, and a triple supply of Sweet Tarts, Gummy Life Savers, and Skittles.
And we have fewer than 20 reservations in the book.
I predict we’ll be “very active.”