The autobiography of a woman; by Waldorfia
Perhaps that is why I enjoyed my visits to various restaurants around town. I had no urge to replace the busboys; I just wanted to supplement them. I should explain.
At times, as I walked around town, I would have an urge to walk into a restaurant and assist the customers with their needs. I knew where the pitchers of ice water were kept. I would walk from table to table refilling the customer’s water glasses. This would bring me notice because I was the only server in street clothes. At first the restaurant owners chased me out. After a while they got to know me and realized that I meant no harm. In fact, they soon realized that the customers also knew who I was. I became a sort of legend. No, that is too strong a term; I was more of a curiosity. People would ask who I was and what I was doing. That was enough satisfaction for me. I had been noticed.