Nuts for Nylon

February 27, 2014

Seems as though everyone is willing to do what it takes to get a free nylon purple Barefoot bag. Some did a pleading dance, others texted smart messages, filled-out little survey cards, whispered promises in my ear, and one even claimed her mailman wanted one. Shocking. So many chatchkeys, we don’t know where to store them all. Didn’t take the time to scoot around the Home and Garden Show today. I was stuck at the booth, doling out shopping bags, pouring bubbly wines, and suggesting recipe options with the patrons of the Show.

Of course, I got into hot water at the tail end of the shift since I questioned a woman, who looked about 12 years old, got the responses I thought were sufficient and handed her a sample of wine. Unbeknownst to me, a Legal Bartender jumped all over me, saying she could get her license taken away, serving to minors. Since I hadn’t insisted on checking her ID, (she left it at home and was wandering around with her folks,) I was putting her “life” at risk. Hm. The young lady in question will be 25 in two days, told me the year of her graduation (2005), birth (1989) and the theme song at Senior Prom (I didn’t recognize the song, let alone the band.) I had no idea I was putting someone’s career in jeopardy. Typical event when the staff gets half the story (the Bartender is responsible for the liquor license of the Convention Center and has to be in charge during the assigned serving hours.) Well, I didn’t understand the pyramid of power or responsibility so I suppose I could take blame, explain to the judge it was my fault, and have someone bring me a cake with a knife in it to break-out of jail.