Dear Hangover ~
I work at a restaurant on State Street that is pretty popular. It's definitely more of a family, date restaurant. Last week I had a table of 20 people—some parents and kids had come in to eat after their kids' soccer game. It was pretty crowded and I was running around trying to get all their drink and food orders together. I was carrying a huge try full of wine, soda and beer and was distributing the drinks to the table when a waiter ran behind me and bumped me. Of course, the red wine rolled right off my tray and onto a lady's white shirt. I started crying, but she said not to worry—apparently she was a waitress for a few years. They were really nice about it and left a FAT tip. Maybe I should spill more often.
Sincerely,
Tipsy
Dear Hangover ~
I work at one of the mini marts on State Street. As you can imagine, I see people buy some pretty weird shit. However, this one takes the cake. A guy came in and bought about five porno magazines and two tubs of butter. As I was ringing up his order he goes, You should really try butter man. It works better.\ I said that I would keep it in mind, and made a mental note never to make eye contact with customers ever again.
Sincerely,
Buttered Up
Dear Hangover ~
I'm a server and a busser at this place on Regent Street Sometimes it gets pretty boring when it's slow and not a lot of people are coming in, or later at night. We have to get pretty creative to keep ourselves entertained. One of these slow, late nights I was bussing tables with these two other guys. One of them is kind of a goof, and he wanted us to stay late for him. I told him I would if he ate a plate of food we put together from his tub. He ate it, and it was hilarious. That is, until he got stomach flu for a week.
Sincerely,
All Bussed Out
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