Orbiting my table, the waiter seemed to be lurking about, waiting for an opportunity to say or ask something. I sighed, knowing he would eventually ask it or I would ask him if there was something he needed. It happened all the time.
“Waiter.” I said, wanting to get it over with.
The young man smiled hugely and came to my side immediately.
“Yes, Ma’am. Can I get you anything, Ma’am?”