I Spilled Red Wine on a Woman in White. Not Once, but 3 Times
Banquet Serving Tales of Horror.
In 2012, I was saving up as much money as I could to move away from Ohio forever and go to my dream art school.
In Ohio, I never felt like I fit in and had to pretend who I was all the time. That was especially true working in the service industry where I was constantly trying to appear normal just enough that I wouldn’t be fired.
I had been fired for all kinds of made up reasons like:
- doing sit ups (on my break).
- not giving my boss a hug.
- because the holidays were over (when another guy had already gotten hired to take my place).
- For not talking (to someone, also on my break).
It was bananas. So when I got this nice country club job, where I made a pretty great hourly wage + an extra tip wage half way through the week, I was going to keep it for as long as I could. I even got photo gigs from this job!
There was a large event in the main dining hall with mostly elderly white women. Donned in their best tennis whites — only white was allowed on the [tennis] courts — . Jack Roger sandals on their feet. Wooden and stiff.
