A Painful Shift
I worked as a bar back. I accidentally dropped a fork on a very sloshed dude’s foot. He got angry, shook his head, and grumbled about it. Bits of food fell on the ground as well, so I grabbed a towel to clean it up.
I looked the man in the eye to let him know that I was on the floor cleaning next to him. What he did next was unforgivable—he proceeded to stand up and step on my hand as he walked to the bathroom.
I yelled out in pain. He didn’t acknowledge it at all but instead chuckled as he walked away. Sadly, there wasn’t much I could do. I had to walk to the back to calm down. Permalink