pretty in RED

Today was my first official day of waitressing. It started off like any other day. Waking up around 9:30, showering, and then off to meet up with my dad to discuss what to do about my dying car. When all of a sudden I received a voice mall asking me why I was not at work yet. Confused I called back, and was told that I was supposed to be at work for 10:45. (It was now 11:30). So needless to say, I was kinda a little bit late. Oopsssiieeee In my defense however, I was told that I would not be working till next Monday. But that’s not the point of this post. The point of this post is to discuss my last table of the day.
My last table of the day was a 65 year old black man from Wisconsin. He was wearing a plaid shirt and overalls. The first thing he asked me was “what is a 65 year old man supposed to look like?”. Thinking on my toes I replied a lot older then you. (you gotta do what you gotta do to get a good tip). Then he asked me about the calcium spots on my teeth. He asked “if I put them there on purpose?”. I told him NO, and explained what they were. (cause really- why would any one put polka dots on their teeth?!) After that whole conversation I finally got around to telling him my name. After he went on to explain how he was a trucker and bla bla bla talked about us “damn Yankees” bla bla bla.
He order shrimp and sweet potato fries, even though “us Yankees don’t know nothing about sweet potato fries”. Once he got his food he complained that there wasn’t enough shrimp. I apologized and then he started talking about how “us Yankees fish a lot around Boston”. I just looked at him and told him that I didn’t fish. Later I asked him if he wanted dessert. He said only if it was a really big one, so I suggested the brownie sundae. He told me that if he didn’t it, like he would spank me with a plate. I ran away from his table.
When I gave him his check he told me that his food was horrible but the service was amazing. (aka he loved me). Not sure if I should be proud of that or not…