Best Boyfriend Ever!

Saturday night was one of those nights that you hope will never happen again. I go in to work each weekend and hope that tonight isn't "the night" and when it isn't, I'm glad.

Saturday was busy. Crazy busy. Run, don't walk busy. Can't catch your breath busy. Busy.

I was serving a table, and as is the Amanda tradition I wasn't using a tray jack. Instead, I was balancing the edge of the tray on the corner of the table and holding the other side. This usually works well enough for me, but at this table I made the mistake of trying to set a plate on the table behind the one where I was holding the tray.

While my back was turned I lowered the end of the tray I was holding. I might not have noticed this but for the pint of warmed maple syrup that spilled down my arm, onto my apron, down my pants, and all over my shoe.

Now, I know that if I work in a restaraunt I'm going to get dirty. It's par for the course, and it's why they give you aprons when you hire on. Those aren't decorations, they are practical. I know this, and can accept it. Ketchup, fry sauce, chocolate sauce, I know it will happen, but this was too much.

I couldn't handle being sticky. My pants were stuck to my shoe, and my apron was stiff with the sticky goo. It was muy no bueno. I did the only thing a girl can do. I called Ryan.

"Hello?" said Ryan.

"Hey, are you still awake?" I said.

Short pause. "I answered the phone."

"Oh. Well, I was wondering if I could beg a favor of you?"

"What's that?"

"Can you bring me some new clothes? There was a terrible accident at work, and I'm sticky!"

"Ok, I'll be there in a few."

That was it. He didn't make fun of me, he didn't ask questions (ok, he asked where my pants were). He just brought me new clothes so I wouldn't have to work sticky. He even found my shoes!

Best boyfriend ever!