I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

At my last job, I discovered there was no place to get a soda for my drive home.  

Not Diet Coke.  Calm down.  

Club Soda.  Flavored fizzy water.  

Last spring, I got into the habit of taking a cup of soda water home from the restaurant each night. 

This continues at my current job. 

The difference is that my current cup is a red, Coca-Cola cup.  

There are only three of these cups in the restaurant.  The rest are clear plastic.  

I use my cup, every day.  All day.  

I take it into work with me from my car.  I use it throughout the shift.  I fill it up and take it with me when I leave.  

Everyone knows it’s my cup. 

Why?  

Because I ask them to fill up my cup when I’m running around, or at the door, or when I’m lazy and my feet hur.  

When I’m hosting, the glass is on the desk.

When I’m on the floor the cup is on the coffee shelf.  

Tonight, I was on the floor. 

Tonight, my cup was on the coffee shelf.

It was a crazy second turn, so it around 9:30 when I went to get my cup, fill it, and settle in for the end of the evening.  

But to my dismay, my cup was gone.

What the fucking fuck?

It was not where I left it. 

There is a thief in our midst.  

I am going to have to do a bag search as people leave to figure out who the fuck took my cup.  

I looked everywhere.

In dish.  

At the bar.

In my office.

At the host stand.  

Finally, I was forced to get a clear plastic cup.  

The soda water tasted and felt completely different.  It was just not the same.

I sat sadly at the chef’s table.  Depressed that someone would take my cup.  

Finally, this horrible evening ended and I locked up and was ready to go home.  

And as I walked through the kitchen, what would you know.  

Miracle of miracles.  

There was my red cup, on the clean dish rack.

I was so overcome with happiness, I collapsed on the floor sobbing.  

I then poured the contents of my clear cup into my red cup.  

And drove joyously home for the evening.

Normalcy had been restored. 

Update: I watched the security cameras. It was Bob. Bob stole my cup. Damn him for being good at his job!!!