1- Cloze (1): ADCBE JXUwMDFj

There are 50 waiters. Commis waiters and waiters work as a team. The waiter is the front man, taking orders, chatting to the curstomers; the commis, rather less glamorously, runs to the kitchen to bring up the orders and assist in serving then at the table. Although the commis will actually do more physical work, they share the tips equally. All in all this is fair, as it must be pointed out that the senior waiter is actually responsile for bills and if he makes a mistake, or undercharges, the fault is received through his wage packet. It's an important working relationship.

2 - Cloze (2): ADCBE JXUwMDFk

That may sound like a relaxed time to start the day, but the hours, I was soon to learn, are hell. The last client at lunchtime may not leave until half past three, or later, and the evening shift starts at 6 p.m.  What can you do in 2 1/2 hours, especially if you don't happen to live in central Canada? Once or twice I didn't get home until 4 a.m. The hours, it was generally agreed, are the worst thing about waitering. 

3 - Cloze (3): ADCBE JXUwMDFi

He places the order for hot food under the nose of the sous-chef who is shouting out orders to the cooks, while orders for wold dishes and salad go to a separate counter, and desserts are from yet another area. The kitchen is two flights of stairs away from the restaurant. The commis then comes up to see if any more orders have been taken while the previous one is being prepared. At the same time, dishes have to be cleared or put on the table, glasses refilled,  ashtray emptied, and somehow there always seems to be a new table with six or eight new orders to be filled - two flights away the kitchen.

4 -   Cloze (4): ADCBE JXUwMDE5

Yelling chefs, endless banging of pots and crockery, steaming casseroles, hissing frying pans, mena with red shining faces, trays with loads heavy enough to break your wrists. And running. Always running. Up and down, down and up. And since everyone is running, and always with loaded trays, you need the co-ordination of a gymnast to stay out of trouble.

5 - Cloze (5): ADCBE JXUwMDFh

I noticed that wearing a uniform somehow transformed me into a role. It wasn't play-acting. Customers become sir or madam. Deference, a quality I usually lack, became the order of the day. I became very sensitive about the way I was treated. I hated being summoned by the click of the finger or the bend of the index finger. It was hurful if conversation deliberately stopped as I served the meal, and yet unkind if it continued as if I didn't exist. I began to notice if people said please and thank you, and then whether they looked at me when they said it.