Originally Posted by eljefino
prep cook at this "members only" tea shoppe lunch restaurant.
All the clientele had this hive mentality and would show up at the same time. The first would order a burger, or a salad, or a sandwich, then the rest would say, oh that sounds lovely. Could you make me a cucumber sandwich, on one slice of white toast, and one rye, not toasted, and put the mayo on the side, and thousand island dressing in my clam chowder?
We'd have some out of towners over for a tennis tournament and they'd line up for the ice cream window. My man-hating thesbian boss told me to ask them if they were members, so I did, so they said no, so she over-ruled me in front of them and made me serve them anyway.
I was the dishwasher so I stayed late so I could wash all the cutting boards etc from the other stations as they closed down and left for the day.
The restaurant itself was like something out of a movie, with flourescent lighting and linoleum in the kitchen, flypaper hanging everywhere, a screen door in the back that closed with a satisfying undampened "thwaaap" when the witchy waitresses would go smoke on the back stairs and complain about the customers.
At least as teenagers we all hung out together outside of work. And we had a "staff party" that went from 6-7pm that mysteriously turned into a kegger at 7 when the adults all left.
And now, dear bobbers, a photo of your long-haired author, aproned up for $4.75/hr in the mid 90s:
You somewhat look like Kylo Ren from Star Wars. Lol.