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Unused Story Files Stories – Tough Gal Waitress

In Storytelling in Presentations on April 5, 2011 at 11:15 am

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Does the Tough Gal Waitress Story Make a Point about Presentation Skills?

This will be my final post in my “stories in search of a point” series – but we’re going to change it up a bit.

I could see a few points that could come out of this next story but here’s the twist – I’d like to see if there’s a point I could make that relates to presentation skills.  After all, the programs I do are all geared toward presentation skills so it would be good if the point of the story could some how be tied back to presentation skills.

Here’s the story… you supply the point!

Tough Gal Waitress

It was the summer I was working the graveyard shift at the Truck Haven Café restaurant in Jefferson, Iowa.

It was about 11 PM on a Saturday night and the place was packed.  We had several large parties in the back section and all the booths were full.  There were only two waitresses and one cook that night so we were hustling, trying to keep up.

I was at the food pick up window when I heard a commotion.  I spun around and there are two dudes in the back section where the big tables were and they were in a bear hug.  One of the men was dressed like he’d just come from a wedding and the other man was dressed like he’d come from a softball game.  I guess it was the body language of their companions that let me know that this was not a friendly hug.   I can only guess that one guy had just swung at the other one and they were doing that boxing rope-a-dope move made famous by Mohammed Ali.

In the deepest, loudest voice I could muster I simultaneously hollered across the restaurant “KNOCK IT OFF OR I’M CALLING THE COPS” and stormed the distance to where the rope-a-dope twins stood.  I possessed far more assertiveness and authority than I had the right to exude as a naïve 19-year-old chick from a small town in Iowa.

I broke up the fight and luckily for me, the baseball team had just finished their meal and got up to leave while the wedding party was just starting to eat.  The two warring factions were being naturally separated.  I went to the cash registered and checked out the softball crew, placating them with, “Yeah, yeah, yeah.  They’re real jerks …”  When softball team left, I went back and placated the wedding party, “Yeah, yeah, yeah, they were real jerks, …”

When it seemed clear that the storm had passed, I went into the back of the restaurant where the dishwasher was… and started bawling.

What’s the Moral of the Story?  Can It Be Tied Back to Presentation Skills?

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