"Don't you know who I am??" the customer was shrieking. Elaine rolled her eyes and finished clearing the table, walking away from the altercation by the reception podium; not having to deal with customers like that witch was one consolation for not getting the maitre'd job last month. Working the floor was hard work, yes, but she at least could escalate issues to someone above her. "I'm Petra Givens! I have the most famous lips in the West End!" Now she started to giggle, and hurried into the kitchen, dropping off the dirty dishes to Pierre, his arms elbows-deep in suds. Pierre scowled, thinking Elaine was laughing at giving him more scut work. Elaine shook her head, put a finger on her lips, then cupped her ear to indicate he should listen. Then she pushed the door open again, and the model's shrill nasal tones were still audible "I have the most sought-after nose in London! There must be a table for my group!" Elaine smirked at Pierre, who shrugged with a smile and resumed his scrubbing. Elaine went to get the next table's plates, wondering which body parts Petra would claim title to next. The best elbow in Southwark? The best ass in Cardiff?
