Calling in your order……(No this is not about carry outs)

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Calling in your order……(No this is not about carry outs)

The Saturday day shift usually started out pretty slow, so it became the “house cleaning shift.” All the bottles were wiped down, all the little shelves the bottles sat on were cleaned, as well as the shelves under the end of the bar that held condiments, back up liquor bottles and anything else we felt needed to be put there, you know, like, extra cigarettes, nail polish, Nicorette and a Rubik’s Cube. If it was really slow, you just kept wiping and polishing every surface area whether it needed it or not.

On one of these extremely slow Saturday’s, I was fortunate enough to be chosen for the day shift. There was one guy at the bar, just one. He was in his own little world of television, having it all to himself, and I was in my own little world of cleaning. I became a woman obsessed with making sure everything was going to be shiny, like new. As I was deeply engrossed in the different color light patterns that come off of the pretty colored liquids in the bottles (I was playing with a flashlight) and the one patron at the bar was engrossed in the television (or so I thought), the hostess informed me that I had a phone call. I walked to the end of the bar, picked up the phone, said “Hello?” I couldn’t figure out who would be calling me.

“Hi Gretchen, this is Ben, you know, the only guy sitting at the bar. Could I have another drink, please?”

I had gotten so involved in my cleaning, I forgot all about the one customer who was sitting there. I felt so, so……interrupted.

Mind you, we didn’t have cell phones yet, so he had to get up and go into the phone booth. Since I couldn’t see who was in the phone booth from behind the bar, I thought he went to use the restroom. Whoops.


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