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Topic: Illustrate the meaning of “All that Glitters is Not Gold” (without using the actual phrase or literal example). (01/24/08)
TITLE: The Bootiful Waitress
By Sharon Henderson
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“You think I look like a princess from Disney World?” Jaymie’s eyes smiled at Amanda, who shook her head up and down like a yo-yo. “Thank you. I think you’re beautiful, too. I’m going to bring you a special dish of ice cream if it’s okay with your mom.”
Amanda’s mom winked at Jaymie, “Sure. That would be fine.”
As Jaymie headed to the kitchen, the boys at table three whistled at her. “Can we get some help from the prettiest girl in the place?”
“Hold your horses, fellas. I’ve got to get a princess-to-be some ice cream.”
As she faded from view, the guys leaned in across the table and whispered among themselves.
“She is seriously hot.”
”Gorgeous. I want that!”
”How do you describe looking like her?”
“She’s mine. You guys back off.”
”You’d never get a date with her.”
“You gentlemen talking about me?” While they babbled, they had not noticed that Jaymie had delivered the ice cream, and was ready to take their order. “Who can’t get a date?” Her eyelids fluttered as she gazed at each of the young men.
“Uh, ah…” Several of them actually blushed.
“What’ll you hunks have for lunch today?”
When Jaymie wrapped up their order, she twirled around and stood face to face with Vince, the co-owner and day-shift manager. “You giving those boys some of the attention reserved for me?”
“Never. I have more than enough flirting to go around.” Her smile was unstoppable.
Back in the kitchen, another waitress, Marisa, sighed. “How do you do it? You make everyone’s day here. I guess if I had your good looks people would notice me, too.”
“Sweetie, if you only knew. If you only knew. Now go out there and just have FUN!” Marisa and Jaymie encouraged each other throughout the remainder of their shift.
“Tips were great again today.” Jaymie could not believe the lifestyle she led just because she looked like a beauty queen when she worked at the Bistro. If they only knew.
She got in her small BMW and headed back to her loft apartment that overlooked the park. She was eager to get home and take it all off.
Take it off and be who she really was.
Just before she collapsed on the couch exhausted, she looked in the mirror and slowly removed the long blond wig that covered her bald head and tossed it on the recliner. “Your hair will grow back thicker and stronger after the chemo.” That’s what the oncologist had said. Unfortunately, she was one of the few who never did get it back.
Jaymie gradually made her way to the sink where she carefully removed her layers of make-up. If that little twit girl had called me a ‘princess’ one more time, I was gonna kick her. The skin cancers had been removed ‘just in time’. I guess I should be glad they didn’t have to remove my face, but I’d much rather not have to wear this goop just to make a decent living.
At last, she headed to her bedroom. After flipping on the light switch, she began to change her clothes. As she removed her special mastectomy bra and the insertable breast forms, she sneered, “Don’t those jerk teenage boys have anything better to do then gawk at ‘hot’ women?” Then she spoke to her reflection, “Well, Sugar, at least you look good when you work. Can you imagine what the tips would be like if you went to work looking like you do right now? Guess I’d better get some sleep so I’m prepared to face all the idiots again tomorrow.”
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