In this Episode of Coffee Talks, I’m sharing my most embarrassing story. So Grab Your Cups of Coffee & Let’s Have a Nice Laugh..
We’ve all had those moments when we’d just done something epic-proportions stupid and wish we’d just magically disappear from the scene, hide and just forget about the whole thing. Of course, neither can we magically disappear, or forget all about it, so we might as well just except that it happened, have a good laugh and move on. In order to have some fun & a lot of laughs, I thought it wouldn’t be that bad to relive my most embarrassing story and share it with you. It includes a hotel and alcohol.
No, this is not one of those stories, but I understand why that popped to your mind. Anyhow…
About 3 years ago Maria, Rebecca and myself joined an internship program that our University was offering. This internship was created with the Gastronomy Students in mind, but there were lots of open spots for us business students. So the three of us decided to take this opportunity. All of the students were sent in different hotels and resorts across Germany, and we (+ 5 other guys with whom we became pretty much a family), went to this big Resort called A-Rosa. Us girls worked as a Service in a buffet-restaurant which was the main in the Hotel.
There was also this “building” near the golf fields called the Forum and it’s where the bigger and more important events were taking place. Maria was usually working this special events, but one time they needed one more girl, so they’ve sent me. In the afternoon we’ve started prepping the space for the 100 guests that will be “partying” that night. It was a promotion of some model of Samsung Cell Phones, I don’t quite remember which model exactly it was, but I remember that there was a Samsung phone placed in a bowl with water on each table. Maria and I had such a fun time preparing. At one point I remember very vividly saying to Maria: “Hey imagine me spilling a drink in some guest’s lap.. How funny would that be?”. I had never been waitress-ing before, so I was kinda nervous and made some jokes to try relax a bit. What’s the worst it can happen?
Anyhow, the guests all arrived, and I was supposed to walk around the tables with different types of water and stare at people’s glasses in case some of them were half – I’m gonna go with full here. Optimistic, right? I never understood why they made us do this. I mean, it can really piss me off when I’m in a restaurant and the waiter/waitress is nowhere to be found or 15 minutes late with my drink. And then wondering why their tips are tiny. What’s that about? But it also doesn’t make me feel very comfortable and at ease if I’m constantly interrupted and my plate and glass are being scanned every 2 minutes. I mean just stay alert and on a visible spot. And leave the damn bottle of water on the table. I’m sure that there is a perfectly good and justified reason for these “restaurant rules” that I don’t know of. But since we are all allowed to express our opinions, I figured I’d express mine.
By the end of the event, there was like one table with guests left. And again, Maria and I were joking that we should do something so that they’ll leave sooner, so that we’ll clean all and go home. And this gentleman asks for a glass of Prosecco, and other two guests decided to join him and drink a glass too. I poured the drinks, put them on the tray and off I go. The glasses we used for Prosecco were extremely thin and light, and the tray wasn’t one of those who are kinda sticky, so the drinks are less likely to fall. Remember that. Anyhow, I’m walking in the hallway, thinking “okay, these are the last drinks for the night, you can do this and you’ll go home and get some nice sleep. This went great for a first time!”.
I got to the table, and as I was putting down the second glass of Prosecco, I haven’t noticed what the third glass was doing, that b*tch. Just as I was about to reach for the third one (the b*tch in this story), I’ve noticed that it was already falling. On the guest’s shoulder. There was no way of stopping what just happened. My brain started shouting “Oh My Gooood! This can’t be happening!”. That pour, very polite guest with wet shoulder and neck. He was the one that actually asked first for the drink (You brought this to yourself, dude!). I kept apologizing to him, while the other ones were laughing. At me obviously. The look on his face, though. It was somewhere in between “You stupid waitress, you have one job and you can’t do that right”, “No, no, that’s a very rude thing to say” and “Aah, it’s already the end, this girl is already embarrassed, no need to embarrass her more. Just nod your head, make the fart-smile and say “it’s okay..””.
When I told Maria what had just happened, man… while it was extremely humiliating for me, it was an awesome laugh. I mean, s*it happens, and unless someone’s dead or seriously injured, I’ll be just fine. Did you spot the moral of the story? Of course there is one. Remember me joking about spilling a drink in some guest’s lap just hours before it actually happened? That moment I knew that I’m able of provoking the universe and it usually responds in few hours. So, I better watch my words. Hey universe, what if this post attracts 5.000 new visitors to my blog? That would be fun.
I hope this was as fun for you to read as it was for me to write. And what’s your most embarrassing story? C’mon, spill it, it doesn’t hurt at all. Also, if this was interesting for you to read, share it with your friends. You’ll be helping the universe help me get my new 5.000 visitor to my blog. You’ll be doing both me and the universe a huge favor. Thank You in Advance.