This is the same author who wrote Grief For My Boss and I would like to tell some stories of my crazy life as a kitchen assistant. Aside from dealing with snooty and bad tempered guys like my poor boss had to deal with in my first story, my workmates and I have experienced all sorts of strange and quite frankly crazy incidents - unfortunately many of which have happened to me! Here are two stories I would like to tell you.
1. The fire alarms once went off during rush hour and we all had to evacuate the building. An elderly lady refused to leave her table, moaning it was cold outside. One of the waiting staff had to practically drag her out of the door. It turned out that some nutcase had been smoking cannabis in the disabled toilets. The smoke was so thick it set the alarms off. It looked like the set of The Mist in there but without the monsters. It also stank of what smelled like old socks. Unfortunately the loser behind it managed to get away.
2. I don’t think anything could beat the time I accidentally turned the washing-up section into a giant bubble bath! I was just filing up one of the sinks in the kitchen and put way too much washing up liquid in. OK no big deal, I thought to myself. I’ll just keep an eye on it while it’s filling up. But typical me, I forgot all about it. And several minutes later when I returned there was a HUGE mountain of frothy bubbles building up that was steadily filling up that entire section of the kitchen! Needless to say it took a while to clean that up!
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Back in the 70s my college roommate (whom I’ll call “Clark”) and I decided to eat at a nationally-known seafood restaurant. I had only known him for a few days, but he seemed like a decent enough fellow. After perusing our menus, the waitress came over to take our order. After giving her my order, she then asked Clark for his. I looked over at Clark and noticed that he had a dazed expression, and that a stream of drool was coming out of his mouth. The waitress and I looked in astonishment as the drool slowly extended from his lip to his lap where it finally broke off. Clark attempted to give his order, but his speech was too slurred to understand what he was saying. I was dumbfounded how Clark’s behavior could have been transformed so quickly. The waitress gave me a dirty look and said she’d come back in a few minutes.
I told Clark that I didn’t know what the was on, but that if he didn’t sober up immediately I’d drive off without him. I walked away from the table and went to the restroom. I returned to the dining room just in time to see Clark stumble on top of someone’s table, spilling food and drink. The poor diners quickly stood up shouting, “Oh, my God!” The manager, seeing what happened, told someone to call the police. I briskly walked to my car and drove away.
About an hour later Clark came stumbling into our apartment, followed by a woman. She said she was a waitress in the restaurant who happened to know Clark, and that she told the manager she’d drive him home and not to call the police. I found out later that Clark enjoyed taking Quaaludes, including at inopportune times. I never ate at a restaurant with him again, but unfortunately was stuck having him as a roommate for a long time.
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