Slashed Tires & Hands

Last night was another tiring evening at the ol' Roadhouse. I was planning a night off from the stresses of school, but a fellow busboy implored me to work for him, offering $15 to do so. Right after school and before work, I had to run to the "Stand Against Child Abuse" demonstration that Beta Club was participating in. While standing on the courthouse corner an old man approached my group and gave a angered expression. He looked at us for the longest time and then exclaimed "You know...lots of adults are being abused too! And you know that once the sperm meets the egg, anyone who tries to get rid of it is a murderer!" We told him that our demonstration was not calling the attention away from the other causes. His wife finally came out of the courthouse and pulled him away from us. I made my way to work and decided that it was going to be a good evening because of the many greetings that I got when I walked through the door. That is when all of the disasters began. The restaurant was packed and nobody was getting up, which went our wait would increase. I hurried along, cleaning every table I saw available. I felt like the only one working. By the end of the evening, I had only one busboy with me, and even he was not much help because he was sick. I could not wait to get out of there. Finally, my evening was brightened by a server. She approached me with a large smile on her face. "Chaz, since you are working tonight, I have had more tables than I have had in the past month." Later that evening, my boss approached me and said that he had a strange question for me.

--"Chaz, is it true that you save all of your tip money?"
--"Yes, why?"
--"Well Chris (the head manager) told me that he really respects you for your being responsible with money."

Compliments such as these really make me strive for my best in what I do.

Later that evening as I was preparing to leave at 12:00, a fellow busboy entered the manager's office in his casual clothing.

--"Chris, I had two tires slashed this evening in the parking lot. I just thought that I would let you know so that you could report it. Thanks."

I really hate that for the guy because he is a nice guy. I do not know why anyone would do that to a guy like him. Earlier, a server had something slashed of his own: his hand. He was using the metal paddle to break apart ice in the ice machine and his hand slipped. The paddle cut directly to the bone. Needless to say, he went to the hospital. Apparently the paddle had been sharpened and bent over time when hit by the ice. I was glad to leave that evening.