This bad bitch I work with: (a wholesome anecdote)
I got another soul-sucking kitchen job & work alongside this chick who.... looks a lot like me. People get us confused quite often & both of us are just numb to it after only a couple weeks....
SO, this chick has had a rough-ass week (same) & I could tell she was NOT in the mood for shenanigans, today. A manager snapped at her about "her" frequent trips to the bathroom... she & I locked eyes, as she held up a tampon & said firmly "I'm gonna go take a shit". (I was the one that had just went)
The manager immediately started bitching that we ("twin" and I) were never where we're supposed to be... as I was standing RIGHT BEHIND THEM.
I immediately called whatever plate I was working on & this tiny lil old lady (manager) spun around, nearly dragging her jaw across my belly button. I cannot tell you how fucking amazing the look on her face was, nor the juicy reaction from my co-worker, once I told her.
We absolutely trolled management for the rest of the night... making ourselves look even more similar, pretending to be upset about the mix-ups, and making sure EVERYONE in the kitchen knew where we were, at any given time.
I had to close, but she insisted to management that I walk her to her car after her shift, promised that we would def keep this game up, & thanked me for making the day better. She offered me a toke, then said a short prayer for my dad, as we parted ways.
As much as I despise food service.... I'm always grateful for the coworkers & customers that make my 40hrs a little less shitty. Thanks, Twinsy. (I would kill and die for you, boo)
