While other (more conservative) Lebanese women take their virginity so seriously that they don’t even wear tampons. If you are an Eastern European woman living in Lebanon (and not working in a supernight club) you will automatically be labeled a prostitute no matter how many degrees you have, languages you speak, or high powered positions you’ve held. For most Lebanese men, looks still comes ahead of intelligence, character, and moral values.
And for most Lebanese women, money comes ahead of looks, intelligence, character, and moral values. Many Lebanese women are known to look, dress, and act provocatively, yet when it comes down to it, will hardly ever follow through with “it.” Especially with a man she is considering marrying.
I swipe it again in the hopes of avoiding having to punch in all the numbers manually. I know that I served them for absolutely no reason other than for the sheer joy of serving and we know how much that is worth. I can't just assume that you left 20% and add it because the second I do that, a call will be made to Visa and my ass is in trouble for credit card fraud.
It still doesn't work so I dig my reading glasses out of my apron to read the card. The machine prints out two vouchers; one that says Merchant Copy and the other that says Customer Copy. Could it have been stuffed into her purse with the other one? Yet I can't make a call to Visa and charge your ass with stiffing me.
) will judge Lebanese women (and maybe even consider it a deal breaker) if they have had sex before marriage.
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I move over to the other table and begin to clear it, placing the empty water glasses and napkins onto a tray and head to the dish room.
When I return to the dining room with a towel and cleaning solution I see my last customers walking away from their table ensuring that my night is nearing an end. I head to my last table to clear it and pick up the credit card folder. I run to the door of the restaurant to see if I can catch them, but they have disappeared into the darkness and all I see are people walking their dogs in the rain.
I can't blame them for not wanting to go out into the elements, but as Sherril Holland, manager at Houlihan's, used to say: "You don't have to go home but you can't stay here." Finally, one of the tables begins to put on their coats and it signals to the other table that it might be a good idea to ask for their check.
I remind them that I placed it on the table twenty minutes earlier.