Vengence is mine, sayeth the Catchup
To be a Diner waitress takes a considerable amount of patience, organizational skills, sense of humor, and stamina. For years it was the financial field of women. Women supporting single parent households was the majority.
One day I was called upon to pull a triple shift starting at 5am and supposedly ending at 10pm. I was way beyond tired, functioning solely on instinct.
It was also the day a handsome young man was to start as a waiter. Each shift garners it’s own science in order for everything to work smoothly. The waitresses knew this and tried to teach the young man what was required. By the time the dinner shift was over we told the young man his set of chores cleaning up in the kitchen. He blatantly refused calling it “woman’s work”.
He was reported to the boss. The boss chewed him out and told him to get to work. Because we knew our chores the women quickly finished and were getting ready to depart for home. The young man was alone in the kitchen and then he disappeared. No one could find him. I was sent into the kitchen to check on him. Imagine my rage when I saw that he had emptied every catchup bottle all over the walls, floors and food stations. spreading it like finger paints.
By law this mess had to be cleaned before leaving. It took 4 hours for us girls to put things to rights. We thought we’d never see him again.
Imagine our shock when he actually showed up to get his paycheck the next day. Now I’m not claiming that we girls were above getting even, but this was poetic justice. The boss kept him busy in the office while my best friend and I snuck out to the parking lot and emptied 8 bottles of catchup all over his fine driving machine. One thing great about catchup is that it’s fast drying. It also hardens to rock in the sun. Now our kitchen is stainless steel easier to clean. But not a fresh coat of paint on a automobile. It is there to stay.
Oh!! It’s cruel to watch a young man cry. Needless to say he never returned and the boss never hired another man again.Should I feel bad for what we did? Hell no!!!!! Wanta see me do it again!!!!!
Pure evil, but justified I’d say, lol
Love it!!! Remind me never to pass you the catsup. Or the raw eggs. They do as much damage to a car’s paint job. The albumen justs eats into the paint. Oops, did I just give you another weapon? lol
What hootspah (How do you spell hootspah? LOL), huh? Going in to collect his paycheck! Wow! He’s lucky he got outta there with only ketchup stains, the little upstart! Close friends of mine worked (and some still do) for years, waitressing. Hard, thankless job. AND, when people are hungry, they don’t care if you’re tired or the cook is running behind or the bus boy called in sick. They want what they want . . . and they want it NOW! Naw, I’d say they let him off easy! LOL Thanks for sharing this. Bright Blessings, Faerie