I’ve worked at Red Robin for seven years. Tonight I broke my second dish. I was holding a single scoop sundae in one hand, and in the other, a spoon (for said sundae) that had one blue and one yellow Red Robin balloon tied to it. I was looking for singers. This scene is very familiar to all of you who have worked in the restaurant industry. One of my tables had a birthday and it was my job to present them with a sundae, and the famous Red Robin song that is really more shouted than sung. One of the balloons above my head was blown up too big, and while I was standing in the aisle of the restaurant, it popped, making a quick, sharp noise, making me jolt a little, and drop the sundae onto the ground shattering the glass. All of you fellow restaurant workers know that this isn’t a big deal…it’s not a normal day unless glass is broken. The fallen food and shards of glass are quickly cleaned by a team of helpful team members, and the story is retold approximately six times before everyone loses interest and continues of their way. This moment tonight made me pause. I was in the exact same spot that I’d broken my first dish some six years ago. It was a yellow triangle plate carrying an Oriental Chicken Salad. It fell off of my tray because I had turned around to make some random cheeky remark to the expo who had given me the tray. His name was Brian. He nicknamed me Smiling Laura. Nothing has been the same since. =)

*hugs*
elle

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