“What does a girl have to do to get fed around here?” I stared at the menu and tried not to let my frustration show. The place was busy, but the waiter hadn’t even come over to ask if I wanted a drink yet. But with every booth filled, it was hardly his fault, was it?

I waited a few more seconds, then I sighed as I put the menu down. I put it down hoping that he’d know I was ready to order.

“That’s a good idea. He’ll come over now. Mind if I sit with you? The place is full.”

I looked up as the sound of a...