The waitress approached the table.
Dean didn't even offer a quip about Fred's tightness with a buck and his moth-eaten purse as the old man called over a waitress to do the duties.
I have this night waitress job now; it isn't so bad.
No waitress ever came near them.
He glanced up as the waitress delivered their food.
The young college-aged waitress inserted the tack, placed a quarter beneath it for weight and sounded a horn to call attention.
A waitress neared them but beat a quick retreat when she heard their strained tones.
The waitress nodded and left them.
A waitress wearing a lace cap denoting her Pennsylvania Dutch heritage seated him at a small corner table by the window.
Dean said, a little too loudly, just as the waitress arrived with the ginger ales.
He started to lean toward Cynthia but the waitress was at his elbow.
Sliding into his side, he caught the eye of a waitress and motioned to her.
She could waitress or bartend again, good gigs that could bring in tip money.
At the bistro where she was a weekend waitress, she saw the same friends meeting up for coffee every Saturday.
The waitress arrived with their food and placed it before them.