Work, Work, Work. I’ve been so busy with Ocean Rescue and the shellfish to-go shop I work at that I’ve hardly had time to breathe. But all seemed worth it today as I had an older gentleman come into the shop around lunch time - “Rush Hour.”
Our interaction went something like this:
"Hi sir, interested in lunch today?"
"Yes, but only if you have clams."
"You’re in luck! I have local Little Neck Clams. A half-dozen? Dozen?"
"A dozen, please."
"Dining in? or to-go?"
"I’ll take them in the corner table over there."
As I ran around all afternoon, asking and taking orders, delivering steamed seafood and the like, this man sat and ate, one clam after the other for three hours. I asked several times how they were, if he’d like anything else, wondering why WHY he was there so long and I couldn’t clean his table and seat another.
Around four o’clock he walked over, asked to pay his bill. Total: $19.95 with a $10 tip. I couldn’t believe it. It was more than a fifty percent tip! WHAT?!
Then I walked over to clean his table, still in awe of my huge tip and saw that he had taken one of the flowers out of vase, a simple dandelion, and placed it next to an open clam with a rolled up straw-wrapper in side.
He wrote on the napkin:
"To the prettiest girl in the room: A flower for peace, and a pearl for joy. Don’t worry about the rush, keep smiling and life will go at your pace. From, the Clam Man."
Here’s to you Clam Man.