You know, I hear a lot of talk. I’m a waitress. I overhear snatches of conversations at my table. I overhear political arguments of martini-sipping bar guests while sitting behind the host stand. I engage in friendly debates on current issues with co-workers just about every day. (The bar t.v. is always on CNN, so there is an impetus for the discussions.) And one thing no one is talking about is the newest terror threat.

All day long it blares on the tube overhead: “Clear and Present Danger” Top U.S. officials are telling us outright that, “We will be attacked.” And no one bats an eye.

The terror alert stories are followed with reports on Bush’s dismal ratings in the polls. I overhear something about “coincidence.”

It is becoming apparent to me that most people, not just a radical few, no longer trust their President and his administration. Even when that administration predicts a catastrophe.

This gives me some hope.

Having a pregnant boss can be awesome. Sure sometimes she’s grouchy and looks pale like she’s gonna vomit any second, but sometimes she has a food craving so strong that a single serving of chocolate will not do. In which case, like last night, she comes back during the shift with an ENTIRE chocolate cake.

We had a little party at table 31. The Cake Just ‘Cause party.