Whilst drunk and working in an Alpine Hotel in France..
I was a Pot washer, plongeur or dish pig slag.

It was dirty work, but there was free food, booze and plenty of time to go snowboarding.

We had all of the food delivered and as such it had to be ordered...in French.

The head chefs french was non existent, mine was GCSE and forgotten, but one fateful toffee vodka pickled night at 10 to midnight we realised we had ordered no veg for the next day!

Disaster!!

With the grace and coordination of a pair of ice skating fawns on crack we rushed to the office to fax an order.

brains were racked, chairs were fallen off and the accountants draws were solied, but somehow we managed to get the order. With much back slapping we went to flirt with the single middle aged women for free drinks (what? they paid 400F a week!)

I was on duty first the next morning and opening the back door squinting in the early morning sun I was confronted by our veg order.

I'll put it in a list:

- Radishes - 10x boxes
- Cauliflower - 1
- Potatoes - 13
- Leeks - 9x boxes
- Watermelons - 1
- Turnips - half a metric tonne by the looks of it.

Laugh or cry I did a little of both. Luckily it was really the boss' fault, but I still had to peel the fuckers!
( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Wed 20 Aug 2008, 16:32, Reply)