So, my birthday got off to a great start at work tonight. I was in the bar talking to Nancy when she said “oh, give me a sec, watch that table there, make sure they don’t leave without paying.” Okay, so I do. They still have half a pitcher of beer left, and eventually I’m like “what the fuck?” I see her and say “how long do I have to stay here?”
She’s says I could leave because Jen’s back in the bar. I go to table 14 and start my cashout. Here comes Rose and says suspiciously “oh Steve can you help me out over there? (on the other side of the restaurant)”
I say “with what?”
“Oh, I have to set up a party that’s coming in tomorrow.”
I get suspicious here, and walk with her to table 64, and start putting the tables together. After setting up two rows, I lose my suspicion because there was no one else lurking around or anything. Then I hear clapping. Out comes Nancy holding the Vanilla Bean cake, being followed by the whole staff, even kitchen, all singing Happy Birthday.
Just as they finished singing, I think to myself “thank god they didn’t make me stand up or anything embarrassing like that, phew.” That’s when Pat hit the whip cream pie in my face.
Yes, first cream pie to hit my face. I didn’t care either, it was great.
Great times at BP, thanks again guys, you are the best!
