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So I decide to be nice and help my friend Heather out at the restaurant she works at. Ha. Ha Ha. Well... Hell is busing tables. People's food was all over my hands, I cut my finger on a cup I broke, the dishwasher not only disappeared for approximately an hour and a half, but ate the food off people's plates. 3 employees almost fought each other in the back, 4 server's almost walked off, and I got to scrape half-eaten steaks off plates for 6 hours. Due to this experience, I am paranoid about eating out. The busers empty the table, scrape someone's food into a giant nasty garbage, and then put out your new table cloth, and set up your silverware. Yuck. Am going to bring dish soap every time I eat anywhere. I suggest you do the same.