Word: waitressing
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...communicated with the economy of a professional. Gortner's performance, for all its Bacchanalian intensity, lacks just this sort of professionalism. We cannot help but admire his characterization. Half demented encounter group leader, half psychotic drill sergeant, he strips people naked with a sentence. He tells the fat adolescent waitress nobody will marry her. He calls her macho greaser heart-throb, Red Ryder, a fairy. He calls the bluff of an effete, narcissitic New Yorker and waves his wife's priceless violin around threatening to smash it if she doesn't do his bid ding. When the husband tries...
...first came down here from Macon County more than 30 years ago to nurse my cousin who was having a baby," says the fiftyish waitress who serves me my first cup of coffee on Main Street. "Now I can't even find the house I came to. Plains has changed that much -and all just lately. I think it's grand...
...this woman truckin'? Model-Turned-Actress Deborah Raffin is revving up fo her role in a March 10 CBS movie, Willa. Raffin, 25, plays a waitress who takes up truck driving after her husband abandons her and the kids. To prepare for the role, she put in 50 hours learning how to drive a 16-wheel, 40,000-lb. rig. "It's so powerful you could almost run down a street light and not know it," says Raffin. "I was petrified." But the fright was worth it, Raffin thinks, because the film shows how well women can cope...
...divorced, she was living in Australia when she made the decision to apply to Harvard. "I was tired of living on the bottom end. And it frightened me to know I was so dependent on the man I was with to keep me from starving or working as a waitress for 40 years. I became a bitch, feeling like a passive participant...
Fortunately she was pacified by the time our waitress returned with the order. Thirty-eight going on 53, our waitress was anorexic and her green eyeshadow drew attention to the hollows that sunk deeper in her gaunt face as the night wore on. Her short thin hair clung to her temples, never ruffling as she shuffled between our table and the gaggle of gossiping waitresses in the corner. Over the noise of the restaurant we heard them say things like, "Frank is still going out with Jill, and Beverly just won't see either of them" as they leisurely took...