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God does love me
Just so you know, I'm a baresta at the coffee bean and tea leaf.
Today I found out that there is a god!!!!
The story goes as such...
I'm tired, my shifts going to be over in like, 20 minutes, and I just want to go home, when somebody half way out the door spills a large drink on the floor.
In horror I watch as the liqued falls to the ground, spelling out my name.
Customer: I'm really sorry. (He says as I pass him with the wet floor sign and mop)
Me: Yeah, its fine. (I lie)
I do everything by the book. I mop up the mess and the surrounding area, place the wet floor sign directly in the center, and walk away.
And not five mintes later, oh, it was beautiful.
A suet guy walks in. You know the type, a blue tooth in his ear, all primped, pressed and permed. Treats you like your gum stuck to his shoe.
Well after he snatches the coffee from my hand with no thank you or anything he procdes to walk out the door, blatently ignoring my wet floor sign, then, it happens, oh god does it happen.
His foot contacts with the wet floor, and down his ass goes. Like in slow motion, the coffee flying out of his hand, his ass nailing the ground, it was magical.
It takes the will power of every bone in my body not to jump up on the counter and shout "YES!!" With my arms in the air.
It takes him a few seconds to collect himself, and before you can blink he's looking around for someone to blame, and holy crap does he have NOTHING!
And I wish i hadnt done what I did next, it was a stupid thing, but I had to, I Needed to.
It came out.
"Watch your step, sir.
" I smile sweetly, cocking my head to a side, my pig tales shifting.
Havent heard from him since.
Today I found out that there is a god!!!!
The story goes as such...
I'm tired, my shifts going to be over in like, 20 minutes, and I just want to go home, when somebody half way out the door spills a large drink on the floor.
In horror I watch as the liqued falls to the ground, spelling out my name.
Customer: I'm really sorry. (He says as I pass him with the wet floor sign and mop)
Me: Yeah, its fine. (I lie)
I do everything by the book. I mop up the mess and the surrounding area, place the wet floor sign directly in the center, and walk away.
And not five mintes later, oh, it was beautiful.
A suet guy walks in. You know the type, a blue tooth in his ear, all primped, pressed and permed. Treats you like your gum stuck to his shoe.
Well after he snatches the coffee from my hand with no thank you or anything he procdes to walk out the door, blatently ignoring my wet floor sign, then, it happens, oh god does it happen.
His foot contacts with the wet floor, and down his ass goes. Like in slow motion, the coffee flying out of his hand, his ass nailing the ground, it was magical.
It takes the will power of every bone in my body not to jump up on the counter and shout "YES!!" With my arms in the air.
It takes him a few seconds to collect himself, and before you can blink he's looking around for someone to blame, and holy crap does he have NOTHING!
And I wish i hadnt done what I did next, it was a stupid thing, but I had to, I Needed to.
It came out.
"Watch your step, sir.
" I smile sweetly, cocking my head to a side, my pig tales shifting.Havent heard from him since.
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