Crossword clues for counterman
The Collaborative International Dictionary
Counterman \Coun"ter*man\ (koun"t[~e]r*man), n.; pl. Countermen (-men). A man who attends at the counter of a shop to sell goods.
Wiktionary
n. (context US English) A man who serves behind a counter, especially in a diner.
WordNet
n. someone who attends a counter (as in a diner) [syn: counterperson, counterwoman]
Usage examples of "counterman".
The counterman picked them up, struck one, and the hunks of shirt blazed greasily alight.
The Knight signaled the counterman for three fresh mugs, trying to think his way clear of the tangle of the old man's words.
The Knight had not spoken with anyone beyond the counterman and the oldster.
Jack recognized it as Wolf's A #1 Friendly Smile, but he somehow doubted that the counterman was seeing it that way.
The counterman raised one of his arms feebly as if to protect himself.
When he got to the end where the counterman was, he said, "Two, sunnyside up.
The counterman was busy transferring pats of butter to little paper rosettes.
Then she picked up a cup of coffee from the counterman and brushed straight by them without a look, sat down facing them one table further back, and, like any respectable girl that hour of the night, kept her long lashes down over her eyes while she stirred the java with a tin spoon.
He pulled the plate away from the counterman, tilted it upward on his palm, fitted it viciously across the other's face, and ground it in with a sort of half turn.
The counterman was shaking French fried potatoes out of his collar, but he knew enough not to say anything out loud.
Then, De Luca's was a tiny shop offering the new residents of Soho good breads, fine cheese, and countermen who made sandwiches while singing belle canto in the manner of Maria Callas.
The cafe was well-filled, most of the stools taken and two countermen were working behind the counter.
I was free to wash dishes again, free to smash baggage, carry a waiter's tray, dish up chile beans as a counterman.
The counterman, the ticket-girl, the projectionist, and a tall man in a sportcoat that looked as if it belonged on the back of a racetrack tout were clustered together in a tight little group.
To his everlasting surprise, the counterman had vigorously defended the system, saying that he liked the PoS data-entry system just fine, but that the stack of torn-off paper stubs from the busgirl's receipt book was a good visualization tool, letting him eyeball the customer volume from hour to hour by checking the spike beside the till, and the rubberbanded stacks of yellowing paper lining his cellar's shelves gave him a wonderfully physical evidence of the growing success of his little eatery.