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Dessert Special
I was going through a divorce and needed extra cash. I was forty years old and had never waited tables. What an eye-opener. A sympathetic restaurant manager hired me, based on my "maturity.” Within a month I received the restaurant's coveted "mystery shopper award". I enjoyed waiting tables, and management loved me. A few weeks later, a rude awakening:
Five uppity women clearly had it out for me. I had never, ever, been treated with so little respect. What a shock to realize how very unkind people can be. Following the meal, the ring-leader of the pack asked to speak with the manager, claiming the food and particularly the service, was despicable. The manager offered a free dessert to go; it was the only thing that brought a smile to this fat , BITCH’s face.
Okay....she wants a free dessert? Strawberry Cheesecake you say? Fine! I’ll give her fat ass a dessert she'll never forget! I pulled a slice of cheesecake out of the freezer, and carefully placed it in the Styrofoam container. Sitting along the expo line was a bottle of Tabasco sauce. The wheels started turning. For this one moment I pushed my mature side, aside. I completely obliterated the cheesecake and dumped half the bottle of Tabasco over it. Then, to camouflage my attack, I poured strawberry sauce over the Tabasco. I envisioned what would happen when the she-devil got home and took a spoonful… take a bite out of this, BITCH! Dropped the to-go bag off at the table, and all hell broke loose. Uh oh… too much Tabasco. The fumes permeated through the bag. The she-wolf opened the container and screamed, her eyes burning. The manager rushed to the table, believing that someone must be dying. Police were called… all-points bulletin out for my ass.
I escaped through the back door.
Postscript: Six months later I had the nerve to re-enter the establishment (as a diner, of course.) Restaurants are notorious for having a high-turnover, so surely no one would recognize me. My girlfriend and I sat at the farthest-most booth to avoid detection. A young man, whom I had never met, walked up to our booth and placed a bottle of Tabasco sauce on our table, saying, “The kitchen crew asked me to drop this off, and to tell you, “WE ARE NOT WORTHY”!!!!
—Cindy - Annapolis, MD
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