The last time Nancy was in a diner, she was walking out.
Nancy flipped over the coffee mug in front of her and noticed that it was made by the same company as the mugs where she used to work.
“Morning hon. Will you be wanting some coffee?”
Nancy noticed right away that her waitress –Billie J., placed a glass of ice water down on her table while carrying a hot carafe of coffee. She remembered doing that, too. Nancy always trained the new gals at her diner to serve people water before asking them what they wanted. Never come empty handed to a table. That was her motto.
Nancy nodded and Billie J. began to pour. As the steam rose from the heavy mug in her hand, Nancy’s waitress asked if she wanted breakfast. Nancy ordered a simple meal of two eggs sunny-side up, two pieces of bacon and some fruit. She watched nostalgically as Billie J. scrawled notes into her order pad.
“I’ve never seen you in here before. Are you from around here?”
“No. I’m just travelling through –I’m on a bit of a journey.” (Immediately Nancy wondered why she chose the word journey instead of trip or vacation.)
“That’s nice. What do you do?”
“Actually, I’m an unemployed waitress.” Nancy said wryly. She wished in that moment that she could’ve said something more impressive like teacher, or secretary.
“Oh. Well you should talk to the lady at the front. She’s the owner -and I know we need a couple good waitresses around here.”
Billie J. topped off Nancy’s coffee and grabbed her menu.
As Nancy ate her breakfast she thought about what it would be like to work here. She looked around at the other waitresses and could tell that she was more experienced. Maybe all she needed was to keep doing the same thing, but in a different location.
When she finished her meal, she walked up to the front to pay her bill.
“How was everything?” the owner asked.
“Really good. Thank you.”
Nancy planned on asking the lady about the waitressing job but for some reason all she could think about was her runner-up award for “Most Likely to Succeed” in high school.
She knew that she had to keep going, that success was not measured by what she did, but who she was. After all she was on a journey.
“Have a nice day.” the lady said as Nancy reached for the door.