I love my job, no really I do. I love that everyday is different, that every customer is different. I love that I can discuss religion, politics, cars or grandchildren with many different customers. I learn so much from my customers. I love serving pizza and grilled cheese sandwiches to the bar crowd.
Most nights, all are respectful and entertaining. Respect is very important to me.
When my husband and I sold our business of 30 years and moved from the mall up to Baker Street, it was an eye-opener. What a different environment.
The real Nelson exists on the corner of Ward and Baker. I am glad I was raised to respect all whom I encounter — for the diversity of our customers Wait’s News is great.
That is why I am so saddened by the removal of my brand new iPhone from behind the counter during late night. I feel violated that someone would step around the counter and take my lifeline. Not only is this how I keep connected to my children, staff and business partners, but there was over 350 pictures and videos of my only grandson and his 20 month journey thus far.
Somewhere between 2:23 and 3 a.m. while perhaps 30 people where eating, using the bathroom or just getting a drink of water before their walk home, someone took this liberty of my business to pocket my phone.
How sad that in that little instances the trust is broken and disrespect is created. I have had my tips stolen, chocolate bars, chips and baking — but this is so much more personal.
So the question is: do I let this taint my view of all who enter my door during late night? Or do I put on a brave face and try to trust in humanity?
Perhaps the errant person mistook my phone for theirs, perhaps they were in great need of my phone, or perhaps they needed the money by pawning it. I ponder all of this while really I am just wishing I could watch the video of Kai (my grandson) sing Itsy Bitsy Spider.