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Working in a restaurant is NOT for the weak.

With the countless calls, rush hours, crying babies, and customer complaints, it'll drive just about anyone crazy. Day in and day out I work at this dead end job because i'm in desperate need of money, even if it isn't good money. You come to learn after a while that we all need to eat somehow, that day was no different. It was the afternoon rush hour and people were flying in faster than a damn jack rabbit, obviously I had to keep up the 'professional welcoming attitude' so I couldn't exactly complain in my current state. Just as i was about to take a bathroom break to take a breather some dude calls out "tough day, huh?" and of course, it I wasn't on the job I would've snapped right there because it's very obvious i'm having a 'tough day' but instead I turned to him with a forced grin. "Yeah but, it's what i'm used to. You need help with anything?" I couldn't actually yell him that the food here wasn't the best because that would be against company policy, as i was getting ready to lie for the 100th time that day he suddenly asked

"Only if you know the nearest way to get to the community pool, i've been circling the same set of blocks for half an hour now.." He had a softer chuckle clearing trying to hide his obvious embarrassment from me, which I couldn't blame him for, getting lost anywhere sucks. 

Now as a girl talking to a random guy in the middle of my shift i should've told him to buzz off if he wasn't buying anything, but he looked like a kicked dog..I couldn't help but feel bad. "Good for you, your not too far away. Take the bus two stops down, once you're there it'll be across the street." He smiled and it looked like a weight was physically lifted off his shoulders, with a quick "Thanks, you're amazing!" he scurried out of the crowded entrance, leaving me to ponder about our very small, but pleasant interaction. He wasn't looking for the bathroom, or demanding an assortment of condiments, he was there one moment and just..gone. Like a minute of peace in the utter chaos that is being in service to people. I tried to push it away but even after my shifted ended and i want home I kept thinking about it, and if he'd ever ask me for directions again..Of course the next day I clock in, tired, not fully there but before I knew it, he was there, again, in the same spot. He walked over to me sheepishly just as he did the day before and handed me a small bouquet of flowers with a small note on the soft wrapping, saying "I never thanked you properly for saving my ass, can I make it up to you?" 

It was so stupid, but so cute..how could anyone say no to something like that? Once again I got off my shift but instead of going home, I went to a restaurant, one in which I wasn't working in and as we walked in he asked a waiter "tough day, huh?" for once in three months I laughed, genuine laugh, and he loved it. Now there isn't a single day I go without laughter.