I used the bathroom in the middle of the rush last night (not that I was busy, with my measly four tables), and was highly irritated to find that both stalls were had an empty roll of paper and the soap was out. I stomped out and found Lapdog dropping some dishes in the GU.
“Can I get your keys? Whoever had bathrooms today …..” I took a breath, not wanting to go into a diatribe. “... whoever had bathrooms must have been busy.”
“Yeah,” he snapped, “just like you guys are so busy now and that's why I'm cleaning your tables.”
I spread my hands innocently. “Hey, they're not my tables.”
He handed me his keys as he stalked past me to the sink. “We all run the same floor, there's no 'yours' and 'mine.'” he growled.
Oh, what the fuck ever. I thought, but I in the spirit of teamwork I just said, “That's very true.”
“Yeah, so why don't you go clean some tables?”
“I'd love to, but right now I'm busy doing somebody's daytime sidework.” I snapped, shaking his keys at him as I turned on my heel.
His laugh followed me past the cooks' line. “I know. Thank you, sweetheart.”