Waiter
A friend asked me if I could come work as a waiter with him on some chique party yesterday. He knows I really don't like to be a waiter, that I said I would never wanted to work as one again, but he really needed an extra guy, and since he knows I can do the job he called me and begged me to come. I reluctantly gave in, but only cause he was desperate and because this poor student was low on cash :)
The evening was like I remembered most of these kind of evenings were: Absolute thrash.
I didn't need much time to remember why I never wanted to do that job again.
The location was to small for the amount of people in it. The people themselves were snobistic, unpolite, plain stupid,...
I mean, how hard is it to realize a doorway isn't the best place to stand talking? Especially if that doorway is the main passage from the room to the kitchen. So there you come, carrying 15 plates on your arm(heavy! :))asking them to let you pass, having to wait 20 seconds before they realize they are in the way, then they only move just enough to squeeze through, and to top it all of, 2 minutes later, when you have to pas again through the same door, well, they just placed themselves at exactly the same location they were before.
Waiters should be allowed to punch obnoxious persons in the face. :p ;)
