Poseidon as a Waiter

"Look, Don, can I call you, Don?"

"My name is Poseidon, God of the Sea, Earthq.."

"Yeah, Don, Earthquakes, horses, blah, blah,blah, do you see that table over there? I need you to take that young couples order."

"I am Poseidon, God of the Sea, I do not take orders from mere mortals."

"Then, I suggest, you make them tell you what it is that they want to eat, m'kay, Don."

Poseidon glares down on this tiny human creature with brown curly hair, and doe-like eyes, "I ..."

"Just do it, before I stick a trident up your butt." The tiny human stalked off. Arg...she didn't have time to babysit this stuck-up God, seriously, she needed to make as much in tips as possible tonight. She picked up two orders on her tray for table five, and then she heard it...."Oh, MY GOD."

"You called for me."

"Don, what the hell, did you do?"

Poseidon stood, eyes straight ahead, smirking, "What....that insufferable human said, he wanted a refill."