I have found myself getting more and more aggravated at my waiting tables job. Often, when I’m growing bored of a service industry job, I make little contests for myself to keep me from walking out mid-shift.
Today’s contest, and not for the first time, way to see how many people I could convince to buy ginger ale.
I made the mistake of mentioning this to one of the managers who scowled at me and said “Ginger ale? We make almost no profit on selling ginger ale. Try upselling smoothies or pasta or something. Ginger ale? Ugh.”
One of my friends, Liam, was sitting at the bar and overheard the exchange. The next time I walked by him, he said “I’ll take a ginger ale.” and smiled.
I opened the soda cooler and found we were all out of ginger ale. I was on my way back to storage to see if we had any, when my manger saw me, and hid her hands behind her back.
"Are you hiding something?" I asked.
She let out a loud sigh. In her hands? The last can of ginger ale.