Friday, October 10, 2014
Gone White-Girl Dishwasher
The apocalypse is coming. I thought they were just coincidences at first, but now I have seen it all. While bussing my own tables the other night at work, I was bringing the dirty dishes to the dishwashing station, and instead of seeing the usual dishwashing team--Jose, Maria, and Jose de Luis--I saw a white-blonde-girl. I dropped the dishes and they fell to the ground with a SMASH. I quickly ran away.
"Am I dead?" I asked myself. Of course white girls can be dishwashers. But this is Los Angeles. It's not something that you normally see in a restaurant. I was starting to get busy so I put it out of my mind and concentrated on my tables.
Later that night, I was at the expo line and talking with Gerry, the food runner. I didn't want to come right out and say it, but it was weighing heavily on my mind.
"Gerry, I saw something weird tonight," I cried.
"I know. I saw it too," he said.
"You know what I'm talking about?" I asked.
"Yes. The white girl dishwasher."
"I'm scared. She's a really good dishwasher. I think the other dishwashers are frightened too."
"They are. They've never seen her before. And she's making them look bad," Gerry concluded.
I finished my shift, and as I left, I noticed that there was nothing left in the dishwashing area. Usually I would see a stack of plates, or racks of glasses left for the morning people to wash, but nothing. This white-blonde-girl had washed everything.
When I started my shift the next day, I saw a stack of dishes sitting in the dishwashing area. The usual suspects were there, but no blond-white-girl. "Had I been dreaming?" I thought. I continued on with my shift, but there was no appearance made by the white-blonde-girl.
She hasn't returned since. But if you're out there, white-blonde-girl, we need you. Come back to my restaurant and wash dishes... please! Come wash like you've never washed dishes before. Unless, you aren't real... This feels like an episode of "The X-Files."
Until next time... Server's don't pay their rent with compliments.
"Bitter. Party of 1? Your table is ready."
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Posted by Bitter. Party of 1 at 2:56 PM