In the spirit of Valentine's Day, I think that I will reminisce on my experience at work last Valentine's Day. Just to warn you, the following subject matter may be not be appropriate. Please use discretion in continuing your reading of this blog.
Sadly I had to work last year on Valentine's Day. While cleaning a table I was approached by a waitress who explained that there was a broken margarita glass near the bar. I prepared to clean up the spill, placing some dry towels over the mess and wiping up the spilled ice. A gruff voice whispers in my ear "Why don't you get a f*cking mop? *laugh*" I turn around to see some strange, 40-something year old customer looming over me and he slowly began to walk away. I do not know about you, but I found his comment inappropriate. What business was it for him to tell me what to do?
The next strange thing that happened occurred during my break. As usual, I ventured to the employee parking lot across the road in order to chill in my car for thirty minutes, just to get away from the chaos. After about five minutes a flashing light catches my eye from my rear-view mirror. I glance up to see that the reflection was coming from a large, mud-covered truck that was parked behind me; the truck was rocking back and forth. It did not take me but four seconds to realize what was going on. But what should I do? Do I stay in the car and hope that the lovers do not notice my awkward situation? Or should I discreetly make my way back across the road and into the restaurant? Too late, the two must have noticed me for the motion had ceased and the truck quickly sped away. Good thing that situation was over.
As the evening drew to a close, I decided to head to the restroom while waiting for parties to leave the restaurant. As I was...uh...standing there in the restroom I heard the restroom door open and a loud commotion. Undeniably there was a man's voice and a woman's giggle. The lock to the stall latched shut and there was some more random commotion (zips/unzips, buckles, etc.) I feel that I do not have to comment any more, but I quickly washed my hands and exited the restroom.
Thankfully, Valentine's was on the Lord's Day this year.
Jesus is watching.
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