Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Today, I love my job.
This morning, the clear glass on the display table at the country club broke. I wasn't there to witness the accident or the mess it created, but I did get to work a 4-9pm shift behind a display table with a missing plate of glass. This was surprisingly hilarious. As my usual workday involves a lot of cleaning up to kill time, waiting for the occasional customer to come in or call, and generally being bored out of my mind, I truly appreciated the entertainment value of the situation.
So there I am, sitting at the desk, bored as usual. A customer arrives. As he approaches the table, I wonder if he has bothered to read the three signs I painstakingly hung over the hole. He hasn't. He begins to talk before I can warn him about the missing glass, and--WOAH! This poor man drops his wallet in the display case! I apologize profusely for the missing glass, but I'm not really sorry. How could he not have seen the signs I made? Maybe he just can't read, or he's in a hurry? Whatever the case, I was pretty confident that it wouldn't happen again.
Oh, how wrong I was. For the rest of the day, I watched people attempt to lean or place things on a nonexistant surface. Women shrieked with surprise as their pens fell into the chips display. Children lost their balance as they tried to press their noses against thin air. I myself nearly sprayed Windex all over some Snickers bars in the confusion. It was glorious.
I admit, I could have tried harder to verbally warn these people about the missing glass. However, I couldn't bring myself to do it. It was just too funny to watch somebody drop their belongings three inches away from the "NO GLASS" sign I had taped up. Today was a great day.