Excellent tales from the life of a hospitality worker.

Customer: "Hey, were you wearing something different earlier?"
Me: "No, this is my uniform. I have to wear it at work."
Customer: "Oh, I must have just imagined you in less."

Customer: "I haven't been able to take my eyes off you all night but I've completely forgotten your name."
Me checking name tag: "It's 'Work Experience' at the moment."

Customer: "I have a really tricky order, you might want to grab a pen."
Me - picks up pen.
Customer: "I want 2 shots of coffee in a latte glass with some whipped cream and chocolate shavings on the top."
Me - writes '1 x Vienna.'
Customer: "You didn't write enough, you have to write it all down so you don't make it wrong."

Customer: "So if I order room service I'll get to see you again?"
Me: "Yes. I'll even get paid for it! Crazy that huh..."

Customer: "This is delicious! You have to tell me what it is!"
Me: "It's a chocolate cake, you ordered it off the menu."
Customer: "No I mean the stuff like ice cream that it comes with!"
Me: "Vanilla ice cream."

Pancakes

About 2 Thursdays ago I was eating pancakes at work. I eat my pancakes with Vegemite. Apparently this is some hideous crime against pancakes. It's not like I have been using them in sacrificial rituals of the occult or something. I just like eating them with Vegemite.

I can think of many more hideous things to do with pancakes. Like, under cook them, throw them in the bin, feed them to Russel Crowe or even use them to smuggle drugs into foreign countries. What is so wrong with Vegemite?