Epago, nicely

For professional reasons I found myself at Grand Central Oyster Bar just before 1 on a Wednesday and was stunned to see how packed the counters were. Luckily I had the good sense to look around and notice a pretty young woman directing traffic, so I got in line behind four anxious pre-theater couples and said I was waiting for two seats. My consort was on Bob time as usual and so when “our” turn came I said I would stand aside and let others go ahead, for which she expressed serious gratitude. Sometime in the next 20 minutes, with people bitching and carping and clumping the line, I said “tough job” and she responded, “I love it! I hate standing at the front talking to people. Here I get to say NO!” Maybe what this town needs is an exchange program for hostesses.