BEST. WORKDAY. EVER.
OH MY GOD. BEST DAY AT WORK EVER.
So for most of my shift I stood at the counter, reading Mr. Midshipman Hornblower (checked out from library next door at 10:30, finished by 1:30. *sigh*), or alternately doodling WoW characters and ghetto-tastically inking them with ballpoint pen. Keith was manager, so he'd come out of his office and we'd complain about the music, customers and other random things.
At the end of my shift, about twenty minutes before Jennifer was supposed to take over for me, I took a takeout order from the ceviche guy. He always orders two things of conch ceviche with extra lemon and hot sauce on the side. And he'll usually tip about five dollars. For no reason. Hostesses don't get tips, and yet...tip us he does.
So Jennifer got there and I waited around for my five dollar tip guy. (Hey, I like money.) About ten minutes after five he showed up and I told him his total (21.09) and he handed me a $100 bill. But the register was out of paper so the drawer didn't open to give him his change. Jennifer went off to replace the paper and the guy goes, "Oh, forget it, I can't wait," and LEFT. Dude...?
Jennifer came back and stared at me and was like, "...Did he just leave you eighty dollars?"
HOLY GOD. WHAT THE FUCK. EIGHTY DOLLARS. EIGHTY...GODDAMN...DOLLARS.
"You're splitting that with me, right?"
DAMN.
OMFG WHEEEEE! So now Jennifer and I both have forty dollars and a healthy love for crazy rich people.
So for most of my shift I stood at the counter, reading Mr. Midshipman Hornblower (checked out from library next door at 10:30, finished by 1:30. *sigh*), or alternately doodling WoW characters and ghetto-tastically inking them with ballpoint pen. Keith was manager, so he'd come out of his office and we'd complain about the music, customers and other random things.
At the end of my shift, about twenty minutes before Jennifer was supposed to take over for me, I took a takeout order from the ceviche guy. He always orders two things of conch ceviche with extra lemon and hot sauce on the side. And he'll usually tip about five dollars. For no reason. Hostesses don't get tips, and yet...tip us he does.
So Jennifer got there and I waited around for my five dollar tip guy. (Hey, I like money.) About ten minutes after five he showed up and I told him his total (21.09) and he handed me a $100 bill. But the register was out of paper so the drawer didn't open to give him his change. Jennifer went off to replace the paper and the guy goes, "Oh, forget it, I can't wait," and LEFT. Dude...?
Jennifer came back and stared at me and was like, "...Did he just leave you eighty dollars?"
HOLY GOD. WHAT THE FUCK. EIGHTY DOLLARS. EIGHTY...GODDAMN...DOLLARS.
"You're splitting that with me, right?"
DAMN.
OMFG WHEEEEE! So now Jennifer and I both have forty dollars and a healthy love for crazy rich people.