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I usually just lurk but something happened last night that really got my jimmies in a rustle so here's my first greentext post.
Enjoy
>Be me
>work in a 5 star classy Italian restaurant
>Great place pays well only problem is the owner(s) decided to plop the place down in the middle of hill billy nowhere
>It's fine usually. Get the occasional weirdo, but not too many issues
>until now
>Heading into the later hours of the night
>see phat couple get lead into the "ball room" (really just a room filled with 2-tops) by the hostess
>Boyfriend medium height Chubby Asian dude
>Girlfriend same height but several times larger, and with the strangest looking rounded face. White, blond, bright red lipstick
>they sit, I bring them waters and the complimentary bread etc. and the night goes on
>tables came, tables leave, tables set, until it was just the phat couple left
>They would give me an odd stare throughout the night, but I thought nothing of it and continued setting the tables and getting the place ready for closing (even though I'm a buss boy, I work and do pretty much everything)
>About an hour later the phat couple shuffles out of there after receiving and munching down their Gelato in two seconds flat (no joke)
>I left the ball room for a bit, had to work on the patio
>Came back to finish with their table, only to see red droplets on the floor
>I assumed it was cherry sauce from their desert
>but then I remembered that they ordered the Gelato
>Problem is, we don't put cherries onto that desert
>I pull the chair out, only to find to my horror, dripping down from a puddle over the front of the chair, blood
>It was the woman's chair
>I now realized why they were giving me those weird looks, why they ate their desert in two seconds flat, and why they left in such a hurry
>and guess whose job it is to clean up
>The person who does everything- the buss boy
>Be me
>sopping up period blood with two layers of gloves and a bottle of bleach cleaner
mfw
