Acting like a Child
I was doing a catering job at an exclusive yachtclub for a Fourth of July party. I cleared the tables of used plates as I went about my work. After stacking up as many plates as I could, I turned and started walking back to my kitchen. The next thing I knew, I felt something hitting me on the back of my head. It was a bone of chicken.
A man was watching me with his son, who was four years old. He threw his trash at my head because he did not want to wait for another person to clear his table in the five minutes that it would take. Then he pointed me out and laughed. I put my tray down and walked out without saying anything.
