WeddingsAttending a wedding is like being handed a licence to act like a twat. Oh how I laughed when I sobered up and realised I'd nicked most of the plates and cutlery from the posh hotel lunch and those vague memories of stealthily exiting like a cat-burglar had in-fact involved falling out of the hotel, knives and forks clattering onto the steps.
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chthonic, Thu 14 Jul 2005, 15:19)
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silver serviceOnce in dire need of cash I managed to blag a job as a silver service waiter at a posh hotel in spite of the fact I'd never done it before and had only the vaguest idea what it actually was.
First day on the job - a wedding reception. First task, clear up all the pims, champagne and sundry other alcoholic dregs the guests had left when they went down for dinner. Naturally I "cleared" most of it down my gullet.
Second task - silver service for the wedding guests. Within 30 seconds I'd managed to tip gravy all down the bride but fortified by alcohol I soldiered on regardless.
I wasn't asked back a second time. But I still went and enquired what was going on when I realised I hadn't been paid. They still owe me, the bastards.
(, Mon 18 Jul 2005, 14:13, Reply)
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