My father, the career waiter
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Until the age of 7, I thought my father was a movie star. He left the house every day wearing a tuxedo and whistling, and he returned every night with pockets full of money. He was a waiter. Not the kind who keeps a screenplay in his sock drawer, but a career waiter, right down to his collection of satin cummerbunds.
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