The day I slipped at the waitress station I was wearing a new pair of sneakers that turned out to be non-non-slip. After I fell I crawled into the kitchen, and standing there were a bunch of guys I knew, who happened to be in a band that was playing at the bar/restaurant/club that night. What are the fucking chances.
At the same club, one of the other cocktail waitresses was telling me a story about something that pissed her off when she went to turn over a clean wine glass to fill it, only when she slammed it down on the bar… yeah. Then she just lifted up her hand, pulled out the stem, and walked away. Which makes her my hero.







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