Glassware, The Unsung Heroes of Sangrias and Margaritas

We live and die in the service industry. We're working girls. It isn't a glamorous life being passed from person to person with just a quick wash between jobs. Some may say it's demeaning, what we do...that we are being used for our bodies and that our curves are objectified. That may be true, but we are transparent and I believe that many don't even see us for what we are and only for what we do. Sometimes we break. It isn't anyone's fault really. These things just seem to happen. I think because we're transparent, we aren't always seen and we get bumped. Sometimes it's just a tumble that we take, other times we fall and shatter. On those sad occasions, we are swept aside and unceremoniously dumped into boxes or straight into the trash. We are used and used till we get old and grow cloudy. We are never thanked for the job that we do, but we do that job well without complaint.

You may be thinking that we live a horrible life. It's not all bad, though. We get served alongside the main attraction, great dishes spanning from Spanish and Latin fusion dining to even seafood. So you could say we're in good company. Beyond that, though, there are the intimate moments that we have with our clients...the warm and loving caress, the soft touch upon our cold, hard stems, the moment that our lips meet for that first tender kiss and the sounds of delight that issue from our clients at that first taste. We make our clients feel good after a bad day at the office.

Then there are the moments that we witness in silence. The joyous celebrations of birthdays and anniversaries, promotions and new jobs...we are there. My favorites are the events of new and renewed love...the quick sip to gain the courage to get down on one knee and to devote one's life to the eternal love and dedication to marriage or the old love renewed by Valentine's Day. These are the moments I love my job.

There are other dour days where we must be strong for our clients such as when their love ends, they lose their job, there is a death in the family or even just a couple in turmoil. We are there to comfort or distract our clients from a life that is sad, hectic, and perhaps darker and more complex than our simple existence. But, we are here to serve, to act as a vessel of liquid joy, courage, and strength. We are always ready to help our clients in whatever capacity that they need us.

Without us, our clientele wouldn't have a refreshing drink to complement their fusion cuisine. There wouldn't be the joyous clinking of glass that resonates out in celebratory moments. Sure, the beverages would still exist, but people would drink right out of bottles and pitchers. Talk about the indignity. At least we do our job with a little class.

Tim Hiller is a freelance writer that enjoys fusion cuisine and is obviously a bit strange, all things considered.

This article was published on 23 Dec 2015 and has been viewed 426 times
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