Hi everybody, this is Rita Mae and I've just finished my second shift here
waitressing in the Navajo City Roadhouse Cafe. The radio is playing good old
country music that sets my feet to tapping and my hips to swinging as I serve
tall glasses of iced tea and RoadKill specials.
Another rig pulls into the
parking lot and the men come in looking for a friendly face and good home
cooking. They've been very patient with me taking their orders and operating the
cash register. We've had plenty of laughs over the mistakes I've made, I don't
have to tell them that I am new here as most are here at least twice a day - on
the way to the oil fields and again on the way home.
My heart skips a beat
every time I hear the bell tinkle as the door opens, maybe it's my Dusty coming
in.

That was Rita-Mae's attempt at writing to the blog. She never did post it. I was sure glad she showed up when she did. The boss had committed to be open on Sunday for a motorcycle rally and couldn't be there, so he asked me to cook. I did it on one condition: we could only have one thing on the menu. That one thing was bacon/lettuce/tomatoe sandwiches with tomatos from my garden. No one complained.

But Rita went on to Thailand for the winter. She's looking after sick kids or something over there. The fresh tomatoes are long gone, but I wanted to finish off her draft before I start my own new post.

Yrs,
The Waitress