1) On the back kitchen prep counter, there’s a hunk of knobby carrot-bottom set out, and someone had carved a nose and a mouth into it so that the knobs looked eyes and the whole thing looked like a pig-head.
Quien es el artista? (“Who is the artist?”), I was like, and it turned out to be my one (smiley) (Guatemalan) coworker, who gave me a smile and who seemed all happy as he said that it was him.
2) When it’s time to clean the bathrooms at the end of shift and I go to get a sterilizing wipe out of the bottom of the tub where it’s fallen, I wedge my hand in there, and when I pull it up, the edge of the plastic tab that sticks out to hold the wipe in place scrapes against my hand, and it quickly takes off a rather large strip of my flesh.
3) When I go to serve a table and I mix up the curry for one person with the curry for the other person, the one customer notices it and asks if it's his and it is so I swap them both and as I do that he's like, “No worries,” so I’m like, “Yep, thank you very much, no worries, with the curries!”, and they all get a kick out of that.
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