This is a journal entry I made in the summer:
Wednesday, April 18, 2018
I am a waitress at the local restaurant called the Howey. I started there a couple weeks ago, so I’m still pretty new.
I’m underage to serve drinks, so whenever someone asks for a Palm Bay or Budweiser, obviously I just ask my boss, who works with me, to serve it.
I don’t know hardly anything about those drinks so when someone orders something with a funny name, I just assume that its alcohol and pretend I know what they’re talking about, then ask my boss to serve it.
Serviette is a Canadian/French word for napkin. I should know that since almost everyone in Canada does. And I do know that…Now…
So at the restaurant, I delivered food to this one man, then asked, “Is there anything else I can get for you?”
He replied, “Could I get a serviette, please?”
“Sure,” I said, pretending I knew exactly what he was talking about. Then, because I’d never heard the word before, I went straight to my boss. “Umm, that guy asked for a serviette. Could you pour him one for me?”
I’d never heard that word before in my life. How was I supposed to know? Why doesn’t the guy just speak like a normal, civilized person and say napkin?!?
My boss chuckled. “Serviette means napkin, actually.”
My eyes bulged and I bet my mouth dropped open.
He simply nodded.
Well, I gave the guy his ‘serviette’.
*Eye roll coming from me*
I bet my boss is STILL laughing at his innocent – more like IGNORANT – employee.
When I told my family we laughed and laughed so hard we had tears in our eyes!
A couple weeks later I saw the man come in again (I found out he comes to the Howey often), and I told him what happened. He was shocked that I’d never heard the word before. He whipped out his phone and researched the word to show me, just to prove he was right.
A couple of days after that, he came in again and was eating his meal. He asked me for a serviette just out of habit. I looked at him, half amused and half exasperated. A smile tugged at the corner of my lips.
“Oh, I mean napkin,” he corrected with a laugh.
I shook my head with a grin. As I was walking away, he called after me, “I’ll never forget that!”
Over my shoulder I said, “Me neither!”
Now, believe it or not, him and I get along quite well, and I always remember that the Serviette Guy never takes cream in his coffee.