“God, my feet are killing me,” I said. “I hate this job. At least the waitstaff gets to wear comfortable shoes. I have to hustle around that restaurant all night in heels and a short skirt.”
Lily was only half listening to me, twirling her hair while she flipped the pages of Vogue
“You won’t believe what this creep did to me tonight,” I continued. “I told him the wait for a table would be about forty-five minutes. And he said he’d make it worth my while if I bumped him and his skanky girlfriend up on the list. Of course, I could use a good tip, so I...