The Parisian waiter is unique.
Don’t you think?
Why is it? I often wonder.
Some would say it’s the attitude.
Others might say it’s the grimace on a bad day.
The smile on a brighter day.
The Parisian waiter… Is it all in the stance?
Or is it the black and white, penguin like outfit?
Is it their unbelievable balance?
The Parisian waiter can do the numbers… quick as a flash and to the nearest centime.
It could be their memory? When do they ever write anything down… I have never seen that.
Wine, coffees, tea… tarte tatin or croque-monsieur… it arrives in place.
The Parisian waiter… It must be all in the practise…
What do you think? xv
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