Everybody loves...Phillip!

Well, after 2 opening shifts, back to my preferred nights. I'll tell ya',

I just can't understand how folks get up early like that on a regular

basis. There is this man who always gets to the restaurant before I

even have a chance to unlock the doors. (rolling my eyes as I type

here!) At least I got to work with a couple of my fave waitstaff gals -

Keisha, who is attempting to diet, but was sidetracked yesterday

by a stack of pancakes, and ole reliable Brandy, who has been hitting

the tanning beds lately, and it shows. Both chock full of attitude and

sarcasm, but all in good fun. And nice to see some customers that

usually I wouldn't get to see at night. Best of all, I got to see

handlebar mustashed Phillip, overflowing with all his British charm

and commentary! (for instance, he calls the waitstaff gals who have

tattoos "the heavily decorated young ladies"!) We were talking about

various dog breeds the other day; Phillip's favorite breed is the very

large Great Dane. He used to have a couple when he lived in the

country and there was room to roam, but condo-living in the city

eliminated that possibility, as it seems the Great Danes he had were

only slightly smaller than his beloved horses! Ah, never a dull con-

versation with our resident Brit...even Lola made a special trip to

the restaurant earlier this week just to see Phillip...and his ascot!