They forgot their pizza

It was good night.

A guy runs up a fifty dollar tab. I provide service worthy of a twenty percent tip. He leaves me six dollars.  I hang my head in defeat. I'll be fine without that other four dollars, but it hurts inside. Half-an-hour later he returns. He hands me five dollars,

"Sorry I realized I did my math wrong."

"Thank you!"

Last week a guest calls out to me with authority,

"Erica!"

I respond, but I don't correct him. Maybe it was just a slip? 

Last night I introduce myself to another guest as Jessica, ten minutes later he's calling me Erica. I think to myself, 'that's so weird, the other night some guy was calling me Erica.' I proclaim,

"My name is Jessica."

The guy turns to his buddy,

"See I told you her name was Jessica." He tells me, "This guy insisted it was Erica."

Oh right, I knew "this guy" looked familiar. He was the one calling me Erica the other night. 

I'm chatting with the barback about what a good night this is. He says,

"Do you know the one thing that'll make this night perfect?"

"What?"

"If that couple forgets their leftover pizza."

"I was thinking the same thing!"

Some don't care.

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