This past Sunday the sports bar I worked for sponsored a gold tournament which my husband played in. This took a lot of help out of the bar so they could drive the beer carts, work the 9th hole whiskey bar and work the hamburger grill. As a result I agreed to go in the restaurant and work the Sunday morning shift.
In addition to our regular menu, management added a Sunday special, two breakfast soft tacos filled with eggs, bacon and sausage, cheese, you name it, chips and salsa and a Bloody Mary or Mimosa for 10 bucks. Cinnamon chips and apple salsa 2 bucks extra but they are to kill for. Needless to say they are lined up when the doors open. The patio was full, the inside filling up fast when I carried a tray of food out to a group on the patio, had just sat the food on the table when the skies opened up. No warning at all just a monsoon that saw rain as hard as I have ever seen it. Needless to say we got wet. Really wet. Soaked. Managment covered the loss, they got new drinks and soon the food was coming out again.
I got soaked, looked like a drowned rat, so I dried the best I could, took off my top and bra and put on a oversized shirt for the restaurant. And when my hair did dry, very frizzy and frightening, but the rest of the day when rather well. My husband came in just before 5, looked at me and said “What in the hell happened to you?” If I didn’t love him I could have killed him.
Then Thursday I go in, do the routine, and then come in the owner, oh shit I am being fired, hardly the case. Extra bartender is in, something is up, then he tell us a little league team is coming in for lunch. OK?. We have our regular bar crowd, couple tables of 4, table of 6 and here they come, did they ever as it ended up being 28 people. There were 2 guys in the kitchen and they just about shit. Needless to say we went to work, yes the owner helped us and in the end we done a pretty darn good job with everybody. They tipped good but the owner added something extra to the tip job which made everybody happy.
Need to add something sexy I guess, my husband likes my frizzy hair, get out of the shower, slightly dry it, let it so. Says I am cute. Guess it works with a purple bra and a girdle. 😱😱