hmm, i was working in a cajun restaurant a while ago and there was a valentines day party.
Gees talk about cranking, a guy showed up completely off his face with a stockwhip, (**** thing was about 3 metres long) and got a chef to put a cigarette in his mouth and missed (youch huh?).
Then there was a group of about 50 swingers who insisted that all the kitchen crew come a drinking with them after service. I went home with a fairly explicit essay written all down the front of my uniform finished with a downward arrow (need i say more) by one of the more attractive members of this crew - without a miss of a heartbeat, this top was buried deeply in my laundry hamper. |