by Andrea Elizabeth
While waiting at the minor emergency clinic for my son’s strep screen, I’m texting a quote from my free Kindle edition of A Tale of Two Cities (which I’ve never read. H/T Mimi) by my admired Charles Dickens who most artfully sets the scene and most accurately describes how fussy waiters make me want to order take-out.
Rounding his mouth and both his eyes, as he stepped backward from the table, the waiter shifted his napkin from his right arm to his left, dropped into a comfortable attitude, and stood surveying the guest while he ate and drank, as from an observatory or watchtower. According to the immemorial usage of waiters of all ages.