Finally someone who looked at the damn menu...
William shrugged at Jimmy as he began to work on the new orders; although the bumping of the chick with the harelip only made him raise an eyebrow. But tips were tips where ever they came from.
With a two finger lift he dropped the bill into the “Just the Tip...just to see how it feels” tip jar with a subtle eyebrow bounce. People just got weirder and weirder -- and so long as he kept getting paid, he really didn’t care.
At least the performances were getting better... With a flourish he grabbed the next orders and spun them out to the tables. It was open mic night, and it wasn’t too busy; so he could do the walking across the floor, but this wasn’t a restaurant, it was more like a bar sans waitstaff.
“So what’ll it be Jimmy?”