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ice-cold beer, soda and everything else on the menu. Aside from the occasional, “I’d like to slice that pie,” and a few lecherous glances, most men tried to be discreet as they gazed at my assets. After my first icy stare at one of the first customers who looked a little too long, I ignored the rest who did the same.
    Sal had said there would be some training, but I was still wondering when it would start an hour later as I dished up another pepperoni. Guess it was ‘learn as you go on the job’ training.
    Despite the deadness of the afternoon when I had applied for a job, evenings were a totally different story, the place was jamming. Sal was too cheap to hire enough girls to take care of the customers properly, so there was only me and another waitress, Heather, and Stevie the bus boy to take care of the entire place. Sal was there of course, but he was too busy drinking at the bar to help out.
    By the time two hours had passed, I was feeling a little low. I had been working my ass off and I had a total of $16.47 in my tip jar to show for it.  The tip glasses were in the back kitchen.  Stevie, the bus boy would toss our tips in them after cleaning the table. At the end of the night we were to tip out Stevie and then we kept the rest for ourselves. When Sal wasn’t looking, I would empty the glass, eyeball the bills, and add up the change. My tips looked pretty sad compared to Heather’s. Her jar was filling quickly, and just by glancing at it I could make out a number of fives and tens in addition to the ones.
    I just didn’t get it. Heather was cute but she was quite a few years older than me. We both had similar, curvy bodies, with hers being a bit more hippy. And even though I knew she had regulars, I couldn’t understand why she was making so much more than I was. I had only been there a few hours but I was getting the orders out just as quickly, and aside from putting an order in for mushroom on one pizza when they’d ordered sausage I hadn’t screwed up anything else.
    When there was a lull in the kitchen, I decided to ask her. “I am working my butt off and getting the orders out, but my tips are sucking. And,” I added, indicating her tip jar, “You are doing so much better than me.”
    Heather smiled at me. “Honey, these guys don’t care about the food as much as they do the attention. Instead of rushing, take your time; apologize for being slow but smile and joke with them. They don’t care about a fast pizza as much as they like their side order of a little sweetness and honey. And,” she added, glancing around to see that Sal wasn’t anywhere around. “I pour them a free beer once in a while. But mainly,” she said, giving me a wink, “Just remember you catch more flies with honey...”
    Oh, so that was it. Heather gave away beers and flirted like crazy. Well, I didn’t feel right giving away the beer, but I could be slower and friendlier—maybe even a little bit flirty. I’d been rushing around the whole night and it had gotten me nowhere, I might as well try her method. As the night progressed, I took my time to laugh and joke with the customers. I would apologize to the new table if I spent too much time with the last table, but let them know that I wanted to get the orders ‘just right’ and I hoped they’d let me get theirs ‘just right’ too. As the night progressed, my tip jar started filling up. There were lots of nice green bills coloring the clear glass jar. I knew what to do now, and it looked like this was going to work out after all.
    The evening was winding down as a dark haired man with swarthy skin and his male companion called me over. “What can I get you?” I asked, flashing my best ‘I hope this doesn’t look fake’, smile.
    The man ogled my shirt and then grinned, “I’ll have a piece of that pie.” He chuckled at his originality as his friend egged him on.
    “Tell her what you want, Sam.”
    I stifled the urge to groan, but closing time was near