So I was working at Bistro this evening. And I was super tired, and the first three hours were unbearably slow. And I kept on zoning out, and all of my coworkers made a game out of snapping in front of my face to wake me up.
Anyways. I have this problem where sometimes I zone out, and my gaze just happens to land on peoples' faces. And most of the time, it's okay, because what are the chances that they will look at you while you are staring at them right? Well in my case, pretty good, because guess who decided to be super observant all of a sudden? Middle aged man on Table 2.
And I got all flustered and turned around and ran into the bathroom behind me to escape the awkwardness, but guess who forgot to lock the bathroom door? Grandma Rosie on table 23. I ran right into the bathroom, locked eyes with the 80-year-old woman on the toilet whose skirts were completely fanned out around her, kinda gasped at how unfortunate the situation was, apologized, and then ran out.
Good Job Chelsea. Good job.
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