Camarera
I�m on my feet maybe eight hours each day, but I don�t mind, because my job
is a good one, where I get to talk to people.
I make them smile, I bring them good food. They remember my name
and they ask for me.
Maybe it�s the not really my smile, and just the huevos and tortillas
that I bring to them,
but the little gringo children covered in honey make me smile, so even when my hair is
messy and my feet are on fire by the end of the day,
I am happy. �Angeline,� the customers say. They say �Angeline, thank you.� And they
leave, rushing out
Back to their cars, back to their homes, and they leave money on the table for me. I sit
at the end, when everyone�s gone
and there are no more smothered green-chile-chicken-burritos-with-extra-sour-cream, oh
and no beans on the side, to be handed out.
that�s when I like to look around at the rainbow plastered parrots and the sombreros tha
t cover the wall like poker chips on a table.
It is so festive, this restaurant is like a party, and I am the girl that serves the drinks and
makes everyone smile,
because I am a bright person and also nothing is better than color. I like the red and
green; the bright, bright blue.
My eyes suck in all these colors and I am surrounded by clouds of dish soap and frying
oil smells;
I think tonight I�ll take home sopapillas and eat them while I watch TV, and I�ll let the
honey run over my fingers.
I will smile like a the gringo man who sees just �Mexican� when he sits in my restaurant,
but who likes honey
and tries to eat the hot chile. He gives me a wink each with each visit,
so I don�t mind.
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