Chinese Restaurant
My sister used to work in a Chinese Restaurant in my Mum's village - she'd been there years, they trusted her and so on - so when I needed some money, they decided to give me a job because I was my sister's brother and they were sure I'd be good.

So they gave me a job. Only the once. Behind the bar.

Big no-no.

I was told that I was allowed any non-alcoholic drinks, so I had grapefruit juice.

As it was a village Chinese Restaurant, it wasn't exactly busy so staring into space got really dull really quickly and I didn't have anything to read/do for most of the evening, so after looking around, I spied the one thing to make it entertaining. Throwing things into the fishtank got dull which was when I remembered that **hey, I'm working behind a bar!**

It turns out that if you put Vodka in Grapefruit Juice, you can't smell it and you can't really tell. (So I thought).

Unless you drink over half a bottle of Vodka that is. While you're supposed to be serving drinks - and carrying them to people's tables - and **acting sober**... As we all know, an 18/19 year old **acting sober** is the most unconvincing thing in the world.

My (furious) sister practically dragged me home, yelled at me (a lot) and I didn't get paid.

I did, however, get a date with the pub-next-door-landlord's daughter for a few days later as she came in and fancied me :) but she was a munter and I turned up to her pub to pick her up after 9 and a half pints of Guinness, but that's another story....
(james_tiger_woods is going to start his killing spree on the, Tue 13 Jan 2009, 9:04, Reply)