It seems like on the days you work the longest, nothing seems to happen. On my dinner shift, I didn't get my first table till 2 hours after I clocked in. I was so bored, I was on the border of harassing my one table with water refills. After another grueling hour of nothingness, I was told that I could go as soon as my remaining tables cleared out...
I had to wait a whole 'nother hour till I got to leave. I only had two, TWO tables mind you.
One, consisting of three people, was determined to get trashed. Every time I was in a visible distance, the speaker of the table flashed me the another round gesture. Considering the amount of beer they were guzzling, they were docile and quite sweet.
My other table consisted of two ladies. They too started off with some drinks. Unlike their neighbors, these women preferred to nurse their beer. It all seemed rather normal till their sewing needles came out. They started to vigorously knit, what I think was, an afghan. This worried me. Even at the alarming pace they were going, if they were going to finish it, I wasn't going anywhere.
Why, oh why, is it when I get to leave early, I can't?! I would walk by each of them, hoping to hear the magic phrase, "Check, please" but only hearing, "Another round."
By the time I finally dropped the bills, it was near closing time. What a weird night.
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