Thank God the sun is finally here. If I had to sit in my house hiding from the rain and cold for another 3 months I would have officially gone insane, or just eaten one too many chocolate chip cookies. Neither of which would have been too good. The sun makes people do crazy things. Like drink lagers at 10am and do shots with their shirts off. This past weekend it seemed like practically the entire damn city flocked to the park. Either in result of the sun, or the exuberant amount of drag queens. Probably both.
I couldn't stay at the park long. In all honesty I was happy to leave. I love the park, but not being able to move isn't too much fun, and the loud shitty music didn't help either. I recently started a second job. Why you ask? Doesn't matter. Sunday evening I had to run food. It was only my second day running food (excusing myself of all responsibility for my mistakes, yes). It was busy, but not anything extreme. I got ahead of myself. I took on too many things at once (as I often do). I got confused.
My first mess up was at the bar. It was reletively empty, but there were two people at the end. A women, and a man who was talking to our manager. I thought he was just visiting, not eating. Yeah, my mistake. I delivered a flat iron steak to this women, where she replied, "Oh Thank You" and began eating. Two minutes later I realize the steak was meant for the man, and the Pork Cutlet on the counter was meant for the women. Now, at this point you might be saying, "Yo, enough with the minute by minute renactment about the oh so exciting life of food running!" Well, stick with me here-
The reason we say the order as we set it down is because for one, it then voids us of responsibility from giving them the wrong order. Somewhat. And two, it's just a nice thing to do. About an hour later table number 15 ordered ravioli, among a million other things. Accidently I gave her rigatoni (that was meant for table 17) not the ravioli. Yes, yes, my mistake. But again, I told them the plate. The words, Rigatoni came flowing out of my mouth into her ears. She again, accepted the plate and started eating. Now, my whole thing is, why didn't either of these two people say anything? Why when they saw it was wrong say, "Hey, this isn't what I ordered?"
I'm sorry but when I order something I expect to get what I order. And if it's not I probably would have said something (my gosh I sound like a spoiled ass). These people didn't though, and I totally don't get it. Were they just really nice? They didn't want to be rude? What I put before them looked better than what they had actually ordered? I have no idea! I obviously felt bad I handed them the wrong thing. I had one thing to do, and I couldn't even do it right!
One thing I forgot to mention is that they were both women. Does that matter?
I don't know, I just thought this was intresting. Not as intresting as the man I saw on Sunday dressed up as Jesus. And by dressed up I mean a cloth wrapped around his goodies and thorns on his head. I dunno...