I have two words for you: drawn butter.Yes, those are the words of the day. To be more specific they were the words that I screamed from the top of my tiny lungs as I cleaned my last table at the restaurant.
It was almost midnight and not more than a few more servers crept throughout the restaurant as I began to clean and reset my final table. And what's this? To my surprise I uncovered what my table was trying to cover up.
Dismayed, I screamed, "drawn butter!"
My tired hands peeled back five coasters and a soggy pineapple wedge left over from a pina colada as I found a large souflee cup spilled. It contained drawn butter.
The butter was increasingly hard to remove from the smooth finish of the table. I grumbled and griped as I unearthed another travesty. A spilled glass of Coca Cola lying in the booth.
"Why?" I cried loudly.
I continued to pick up the half melted ice cubes as I vacuumed the floor ad wiped the table one more time. My life felt as if it was ending. To be truthful, I wouldn't have been as mad, had the guests notified me of their spills. In that way, I could have cleaned them up when they first happened.
But why would they tell me? It was more fun for them to imagine how funny it would be for me to find it at midnight.
Once again I am shocked by the blatant disregard people have for the simple waitress.
Woe is me.
Had the guests been the cute kitten in the photo I attached, we wouldn't be having this conversation.
More fine things to come...
- Farah
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