Let me just preface this story by saying how much i loathe blue cheese. It is actually my least favorite condiment of ALL TIME. When I am forced to refill the dressings at work, I always take extra precaution when handling the blue cheese because I go bezerk when I get even a little dribble on my fingers. (And yet, as much as I hate it, i always forced myself to smell it. which is crazy, because i know what it smells like (baby vomit and milk) but i *always* do it!..it's like some weird form of self-torture or something. gah.) So anyways...
At work the other night, a man asked for yet, another "side of blue cheese", and I, being the dutiful waitress that I am, ran to go get it for him. Although this time, the squirt-bottle of blue cheese was being particularly difficult. So I squeezed and I squeezed, but alas; nothing. So instead of taking the top off and seeing what could be blocking the spout (that would take too much time), I just used all of my strength to squeeze it because I just *had* to get this cup of blue cheese to the customer in need! and then......
SPLAT. <--that's the sound of 3 tons of blue cheese ERUPTING from the bottle and onto my face, hair, and shirt. I froze. I didn't know whether to scream, cry, laugh, or just collapse on the floor. So I just ran into the bathroom and started to laugh/cry trying to wash my hair with the crappy hand-sanitizer and sink-water. The other waitress walks in and was like "i followed the blue cheese trail! haha, are you okay? did it spill?" HAH. did it spill..so I walk out, my hair- soaking wet, my face -frozen in a crazed smile, and my work shirt in my hand..she stopped laughing once she saw my deranged state. "Omg, I'll get you a rag and a new shirt." and off she went, leaving me to laugh/cry some more.
Did I smell like sour milk and baby puke? Yes. Was the replacement shirt I had to wear found in the basement from months ago? Yes. But did I continue working with a smile on my face? YES...guess it's just the waitress in me..
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