Saturday, March 22, 2003
at 9:14 PMWe All Float Down Here
For the first few hours at work I operated the cash register, with no one else walking around the rest of the store. It was a nightmare. Guests (the Rainforest Cafe calls them "guests", probably because to label someone a "customer" implies that they actually purchase something) unfolded shirts and threw them haphazardly on the tables; kids who discovered the bouncy balls threw them across the store as far as they possibly could (one of the balls smacked into my arm in the process of this pursuit); someone spilled an iced drink and left without notifying anyone so we could at least clean it up before someone slipped in it; a wee blond boy in the restaurant managed to lose his father and sobbed uncontrollably as a result (Annie and Kelly whisked him away somewhere); the Water Wigglies, left unattended, found hiding places all over the store as children picked them up, shoved them in their parents' faces, were denied possession, and dropped the Water Wigglies wherever they stood at the time of rejection.
