Married & Managerially Untouchable

What would a restaurant in Times Square be like without any good relationship drama? Who's with who, who likes who, what bar did they sneak off to after their Saturday night shift? Unfortunately, just as any restaurant fueled by the hormones of twenty-somethings, work-related relationships happen. No one is out to stop them, and every single server is out to find one. 

Unless you're a manager... and you're married.

There's this wonderful girl that I work with. We'll call her "Marla". Now, "Marla" is one of the smartest people I know at the restaurant. She has a degree in Communications. She studied abroad in London. She claims to be an ostentatious snob who also enjoys cheeseburgers. And she's in-love with a manager, a married man. 

His name is "Herb" -- the southerner mister-fix-it type, the manager that has all the good stories, the ex-cop, the table-charmer of troubled tourists. "Herb" is a manager that most are extremely fond of. Unless you're "Marla" ... then it's love.

As of now, this post serves simply as the beginning of what could be the greatest NYC Waitress saga of all-time, Married & Managerially Untouchable. Stay-tuned as the drama unfolds on Broadway, literally.

Can I get some more drama, and an extra piece of moral limitation?
Thanks.