While a student I once worked for a caterer on New Years Eve because I didn’t have a Honey and needed the Money.
Assigned 8 tables, I decided to work them from the closest point were the food was to the furthest point out. Hey, it was methodical.
One chump at the furthest table wanted to know why his table was last to be served and I proceeded to explain my logic. 8 tables, 2 legs, you get the drift.
Clearly my explanation was not satisfactory as he continued to press me again and again as to why “HIS” table was last.
I ushered the New Year in vowing:
• Never again suppress the desire to rip some asshole’s head off at a dinner table
• NEVER again work on New Years Eve, even if I had to “rent” a date.
And to top it all off I made jack for the Night!!!
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