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Mar. 26, 2008
The Irrefutable Proof that I am Indeed a Klutz
Any of my fellow team members at Chick-fil-A could tell you that I am clumsy. I drop trays, spill drinks, and make half of the messes I clean up. But last night came the irrefutable evidence that I am indeed a klutz.
As Providence would have it, only two people were scheduled to close frontline our free standing unit. One offered to drive me home if I would stay and help. So I okayed the extra hour and a half with Mike the Manager and my parents. Then I began mopping. Almost as soon as I had started, Manager Mike reminded me that I had not yet taken my mandatory half hour break. So I clocked out and Bekah (the girl closing with me) mopped while I ate and read Systematic Theology. When the half-hour had elapsed, I reclaimed the mop and finished the section.
Just as I wheeled the mop and bucket behind the counter, Bekah burst through the door leading to the back with the second mop bucket brimming with suds. I informed Bekah that the only remaining chore in the dining room was emptying the garbages. Then I steared my gear around the dishes piled on the floor and headed for the mop sink. Before dumping the filthy water, I always take the mop and wringer out and set them on the sink's plastic grate. That's when things got a little. . . intersting.
Before you could say "Aha!" water came out of nowhere with the express purpose of drenching me. It jumped back eight feet and watched in stupified awe as water ricocheted off the ceiling, dousing several nearby boxes. I blinked through my water streaked glasses, dazed. As I became aware that the floor was becoming quite wet and slick, I lurched over to the sink again and turned the knob to the off position. The water stopped.
Silence reigned.
Zach, who was washing dishes, blankly stared. I think I stood there with my mouth open till Mike, Josh, and Bekah came running to see what on earth I had done now. Luis and Marianna, kitchen workers, were oblivious. Suddenly, my laughter, and embarassment, tumbled out.
"Why do these things always happen to me?" I asked no one in particular. I snatched some paper towels and dried my glasses. Mike roared with laughter, Bekah tried to figure out what had caused the sudden torrent, and Josh inspected the mess. Zach asked if the water had been hot, and it if had burnt me.
It was almost as if someone had played the age-old trick of rubber banding a hose so that an unsuspecting person would find himself wet. But no, only a klutz would be so klutzy. And I am indeed just that--a klutz.
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Mar. 27, 2008 - Untitled Comment
BTW I'm a klutz too!