In his prime, Billy was a sight to behold. He could juggle seven tables of four tops without pencil or paper. The extra ketchups, coke refills and oil and vinegar for the lady at table four were delivered within seconds. He listened, lips pursed, nodded and served each customer with a sense of style and precision. These days Billy travels to the kitchen to retrieve one item only. It could be a glass of water, a basket of bread. But the boss’ son, who is now the new boss, sees only the waiter who years ago served him French toast with extra cinnamon sugar and two pats of butter within three minutes of his arrival. This little bit of magic is Billy’s job security.