Sometimes I forget to write down things that happen at work.

Then your friend Julie Myers writes that an Aperol Spritz would be great and that reminds you of something at work tonight.

Around 7:45 a server approached me needing a void.

I ask the all important question…

What did you fuck up this time?

He says a woman ordered an Aperol Spritz no Prosecco. Sub extra club soda.

He delivered the. Aperol Spritz.

She was upset because it contained alcohol.

Because she didn’t know Aperol had alcohol.

Even though it’s on our drink list.

Ugh.

Another woman sent back her Aperol Spritz because it was too sweet.

There is no sweetener in an Aperol Spritz.

It should be bitter.

Not sweet.

But what do I know?

Read my last post first. .

I realized it wasn’t actually a first.

We’ll sort of.

First according to the food runner, she was an elderly woman who didn’t make it to the bathroom.

So no.

She did not pop a squat.

Second.

Picture this.

Georgetown. 1985.

I’m a college student working at the local video store.

It’s a busy Saturday night. The store is packed.

I’m writing up an order.

It’s 1985. What’s a computer?

I look up and notice a small child playing with the stereo. It was for sale for $999.00. Next to the stack of VCR’s both Beta and VHS that we sold and rented.

I go back to waiting on people.

I look up again to see the same small child, around 3, pull down his pants and poop on the floor.

I’m stunned.

About this time the father notices, picks up the poop with his handkerchief, grabs the kid and leaves.

They didn’t come back for several weeks.

Every once in a while something happens at work and you go FUCK. That’s a first.

The first turn was quiet tonight. I attribute that to the gorgeous weather we’ve had all week.

Second turn was almost as busy as we could be. We also sat up till 8:45 and we close at 8:30 right now.

About 7:30 I come around the service bar side of the bar and I see water on the floor. Lots and lots of water. Like someone dumped a pitcher on the floor. But it’s not a puddle. The water starts at service bar goes around the chef’s table, past the kitchen to right in front of the doors leading to the kitchen.

I’m trying to figure out what the fuck happened.

While simultaneously getting people to clean it up.

I get two people on it and I walk up to the window and asked what happened. Surely someone saw.

A food runner tells us that a woman peed on the floor.

I say NO. Really what happened?

He doubles down and says, no that’s what happened.

I ask again, no seriously. What happened?

He insists an older lady peed on the floor.

Now I’m watching my employees clean up the floor without gloves and I’m saying to myself WTF.

As soon as it’s better, I send everyone to the kitchen to scrub their hands like that are about to do open heart surgery.

I still have no idea if it’s true, but the food runner was still swearing it was true as he left for the evening.

This was a first.