Adalberto was O so close…
You keep calm, you keep steady, he kept saying to himself as he carried the stack o’ sausage plates round the winding route ‘tween the hard steel tables & barstools toward the end desk. The itchiness from o’ steaming sweat on his forehead wasn’t helping. His dozen or mo’ drinks o’er the night helped e’en less.
When he finally made it to the desk, he almost threw it onto the desk, his strength had so withered by that point. He barked as he saw the stack o’ plates begin to shake, but was able to steady it straight & stood back with a sigh.