You Never Know What’s Going To Govern Your Day Into A Good Or Bad One…
We called her “The Governess.”
It was the 1990s, and I worked in a restaurant. The Governess was a woman, perhaps in her sixties, with short hair set in curls that were close to her head. She dressed and spoke with a stiff sort of formality. She was strict, bordering on mean.
We didn’t hate her. I don’t think she ever got the cold shoulder. We were all extremely nice to her in hopes that she wouldn’t be too demanding with us. She tipped adequately. But she was draining to serve.
After a solid year or so, she came in, and I thought, “No… I just can’t deal with her.” I was waiting tables, pregnant, and exhausted. But this was my job, so I forced a smile onto my face and greeted her.
To my surprise, she smiled back. Throughout her whole meal, she was pleasant and warm. It was like a switch had been flipped, and she had become a completely different person. Another server whispered to me that she had been in a few days before and was just as cheerful then.
She became one of our most beloved customers. When one of our servers found out she was a dean for a small private school, he let it slip that we had nicknamed her “The Governess”. She loved it!
She came into the restaurant one day stating that she wanted to book a large party for an early dinner: her retirement party. One of our line cooks suggested that we get a custom sign made that said, “Governess Parking Only”. Several of us chipped in to have it made.
When the party came, her husband laughed hysterically at the parking sign and asked if he could take it with them. Every employee of the restaurant was there to wish her well. A few of our former servers even stopped in to give her a hug.
Shortly after that, she was gone from our lives… relocating to a warmer state. I never knew what caused her shift in personality, but I’m so glad we could get to know her as well as we did.