Brass Thumbtacks part 1

Lacy never knew why people called her Brass Thumbtacks. She has her guesses, her intuition, but no one had ever had the kindness to spell it out for her. Since it wasn’t an inherently bad nickname she didn’t usually protest it. “Hey, Brass Tax! Table five is ready.” They might say. And she would think, “Lacy is nice name. A pretty name.” As she approached the couple at table five with pen, pad and smile ready. “Hi, I’m Brass Thumbtacks and I’ll be your server this evening! Is there anything I can start you off with?”