A few months ago on a busy Saturday evening, a patron asked me for a hot chocolate. Being the wonderful and delightful server that I am, I agreed.
Anyway he drank a mouthful of chocolate and a mouthful of blood, because the glass had a chip in its side and he had split his lip. In any case, he wasn't too happy about redrinking his own fluids. [Well, you coulda sorta tell by his face- he obviously couldn't really talk.]
Cut to yesterday, I was picking up empty and sort of empty glasses, but this one glass was slathered in vaseline [ok, no it wasn't] and it slipped straight out of my fingers and bounced onto the floor and all the liquid cascaded up and splashed the same customer all over the face and all over his jacket.
The same fricking customer.
The same ?%$&#$@%$%^$ing customer.
To put it mildly, he was infuriated. And as compensation, he demanded twenty five lattes. I made twenty five frigging lattes. Although now that I look back, I'm glad he didn't demand my head on a pike and my firstborn child because thats what I think he was really aiming for.
Anyway third times the charm- I hope to go the next six months without somehow decapitating him. Although don't be surprised if you read in the paper- "Freak spray of cards kills poker player, waitress denies involvement."
[Don't worry, I didn't just get it from him, I'm now known around the casino and down its hallways as the girl that serves coffee on you, not to you. My reputation precedes me, I think I will go lie down now]
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