The Genius Waitress

December, 1991

Of the Genius Waitress, I sing.Of hidden knowledge, buried ambition and secret sonnets scribbled on cocktail napkins; of aching arches, ranting cooks, condescending patrons and eyes turned from ancient Greece to ancient grease; of burns and pinches and savvy and spunk; of a uniquely American woman living a uniquely American compromise, I sing. I sing of the genius waitress.OK, she's probably not really a genius. But she is well educated. She has a degree in Sanskrit, ethnoastronomy, Icelandic mu...