Bah Humbug
It was Christmas, and everybody was getting ready to go home after cleaning early. Then, the phone rang—a family was coming in. They wanted a full meal half an hour before close.
That meant a full tray of pre-meal tea and biscuits needed to be carried over to them. They were sitting at a table located at the furthest point away from the drink prep area. It was the longest walk possible.
Suddenly, the totally unexpected happened—my feet went whooshing out from beneath me, and I landed in a pool of hot tea and shattered porcelain.
I got up and went into the kitchen to plug my numerous new bleeding orifices with happy hippo Elastoplasts.
I cleaned my blood off the walls, restocked the tray, and shuffled back across the floor. I deposited the tray in front of the smirking customers and didn’t even get a tip. Ashyn