Last night, the legislator who has almost singlehandedly kept abortions safe and legal in MFA State came to a function where I was serving tableside. I didn't recognize her, because I mostly try to keep my head in the sand where it won't explode, meaning that I avoid teevee and the local tool of the GOP paper, but the other waitress took me aside and filled me in in an excited whisper. "Holy shit, we should take her a fancy dessert on the house" I said, once I'd put a face with the name that even I have heard. The other waitress, who has actually, er, availed herself of the services said politician's hard work has made continuously available*, said she was in and we quickly pooled our tips and garnished a plate with raspberry syrup and a fan-sliced strawberry, plunking down a slice of Very Fancy Cake and conferring briefly over a note.
We finally went with "With grateful appreciation for all of your work on behalf of reproductive rights here, The Waitstaff, P.S. You rock!" I delivered the cake, trying not to interrupt the lady legislator's dinner overly much and simply centering the plate on the table with the note underneath like the folded bills people usually tip ME with, and to my absolute shock I actually CURTSIED as I did so (where the everloving fuck, I wonder, did THAT come from?!?) before scrambling back to the kitchen.
The Other Waitress came back a few minutes later with her face a mess. The chef, who didn't know what we were up to, asked her what the hell was the matter. Ignoring him, she grabbed my arm and stammered "sh-she HUGGED ME and we are GOING TO A RALLY on Tuesday! She thanked US for our SUPPORT!" And then we may have jumped up and down a little and chef (who the dishwasher had apprised of the situation) rolled his eyes and said to have an abortion or two for him while we were at it (kitchens, y'all--they're interesting places but this chef is A Good Albeit Profane Egg).
So I guess I'm going to my first-ever political rally with The Other Waitress and her two-year-old daughter tomorrow.
* I know that sentence was awkward as hell but I was TRYING not to say "fruits of" anyone's "labors" because OBVIOUSLY.