If you're having a bad day, this post might change your perspective and make you feel better (at my expense.)
For some reason, gravity ceases to exist every time it gets crazy busy at work.
Glasses break, plates and cutlery magically slide off your hands,
drinks spill, 20litre milk boxes decide to explode from its suspended carton,
and the list goes on.
It doesn't help very much that I can be the clumsiest person on earth.
I always joke to my colleagues that despite my size, I'm secretly the size of a cow because everything I touch or pass topples over instantly.
So pair a manic moment at work with my cow-sized anti-gravity powers and what happens?
I had to watch in slow motion, with my colleague's mouth agape in the background, when the burger I served to a customer (I had just put the plate down in front of him) slid off the mountain of garnish, off the plate, off the edge of the table, and right into...his crotch.
I think I died a little inside at this point.
To be fair it wasn't my fault, the burgers don't have cocktail sticks to keep them in place, so the bun tends to slide off the patty if the garnish gets too high.
But still..
It did not help that of all burgers, it had to be the one with BBQ sauce on the bun, thus staining his crotch area a dark brown.
It did not help that the bun landed right on his crotch, and now I can't even offer to clean it because that picture would probably make the situation so much worse. (!!Talk about inappropriate!)
It also did not help that the man was 50+ and now with a very unreadable expression on his face.
I swear to God, only things like these happen to me.
It was like pigeon poo day all over again, except this time I was the pigeon and my poo was the burger.
But ah, c'est la vie.
I couldn't run from the table, which was my responsibility for the night, so I had to puff up my ego and pretend like it never happened. Which wasn't very hard, except I couldn't look at any of them in the eye and snorted when they sniggered. I kept insisting to pay for the guy's meal and even offered him a drink on the house, to which he declined, and the poor guy was clearly embarrassed enough so I stopped pestering.
But hey it all became laughing matter soon after,
so now I'll remember this moment when I'm having a bad day,
that it really could be worse!
You know what, Kim? I am imagining what would happen if this incident happened in Malaysia... :/ And it ain't pretty in my imagination. Just the other day we were at Old Town White Coffee and were unfortunate witnesses of waitress-kena-tengking-by-emo-customer (just for a tiny mistake, of course). =__=
ReplyDeleteSo you're actually very, very fortunate. ^^
Omygad you're right. Once my dad and I were at Kenny Rogers MidValley and this aunty in the next table was practically screaming at the girl who brought the wrong side dish. She wasn't even swearing but the way she was screaming was like a mother telling her 3 year old off. I think people have less respect for wait staff at home. And sadly they even carry that attitude here because alot of the Asians that I serve tend to have the same mannerism (i.e. demand to be served immediately with finger gestures when you're clearly serving some other table.Also, many of them pay to the EXACT penny and don't tip. Typical! :P )
ReplyDeleteHaving said that I have been sworn at by stupid customers too, though. Some were drunk and others were just being assholes. But most of them after having a go at me then suddenly realise that I wasn't the person cooking the food and then tell me that it's not my fault later and then feel bad and end up giving me a big tip, lol!
Ah this is one crazy job, I guess it's good practice for architecture crits. But without thick skin it's hard to survive in it =/