Sometimes, especially when taking a nap between a lunch and dinner shift, I’ll start to have a server dream. The kind where you are sorting silverware in your dream while taking special instruction orders from tables, all the while wearing no shoes.

But sometimes, like just now, I’ll remember that it’s just a dream, and in my dream slam down the silverware, pull up a chair and tell my table to SHUT THE FUCK UP!

I’m taking a nap.