"Yes, Mas'r?"

Another server and I took care of a rather exhausting and demanding party this past weekend. Thirteen people or so, at least half of them kids. Kids at the OG aren't usually a good thing. They're mostly annoying, fussy, and make tremendous messes that the parents simply ignore. On top of that, since children are expensive enough in themselves, these parents usually leave poor tips for services rendered. Anyway, back to this particular group on Friday night. You see, one of the more precocious girls was five-year-old Siera. She gave me what is another memorable story from life at the OG.

Siera realized she needed a refill on her apple juice. She raises her cup, looks my co-server in the eye, and says, "Excuse me, servant."

Funny, yes. Shocking, yes. Even more shocking is that her father heard her say this and did not correct her at all. Now, perhaps she meant to say "server" or perhaps her family continues in traditions of servanthood from centuries past. I hope Siera is a server some day. That to me would be divine justice.