Waiter needed.

Waiter, check please.

Waiter, the bill please.

Waiter, I'd like to order.

Waiter, please bring me some water.

Waiter catches on, but it's too late.

Jim got a job as a waiter.

He is a waiter in a seaside restaurant.

Soon the same waiter came back to pick up the dishes.

Then I have my own personal doorman, chauffeur, masseuse, chef and waiter.

Surprised by my insistence, the waiter took up the issue with the manager.

And the waiter can come by and say, Would you like more water?

Either as a waiter at a restaurant or a bartender, both are OK.

After a pause, the waiter said, One does not put sugar in green tea.

Well, this has emotions if you like, because it signals the waiter that, Hey, I'm finished. See upright.

I don't know if you know or not, but here in America you're expected to tip the waiter.

Well, since I couldn't have my tea the way I wanted it, I ordered a cup of coffee, which the waiter brought over promptly.

The waiter, you know, came out with the white truffle knob and his shaver, and he shaved it onto my pasta and he said, you know, Would Signore like the truffles?

A waiter came up to me and mumbled something about a bomb attack in New York. I rushed to my room and saw the news footage, endlessly replayed, of two airplanes crashing into the World Trade Center.

So, he keeps on moving, approaching an unsuspecting waiter who is trying to deliver two plates of linguine in a delicate white wine clam sauce to diners who are sitting at a table just outside of a restaurant in the street.

Now the counter revolution is being carried to its logical extreme if everyone can be an owner, then everyone can be a capitalist, down to the barber, the waiter, and the trash collector. A specter is haunting us again this time it is the dream of truly democratizing capitalism.