The lunch I’m doing on Saturday better not be a sit-down because I’m tired of this. After twenty-plus times, you’d think I’d be over the anxiety that comes with carrying trays loaded with dinners. When I walk in and see “sit-down” on the event sheet, I always think, “Today’s the day I’m going to drop all these plates and ruin everything.” Even thinking about it makes my heart race.
One time someone left the door to the Alto-Shaam open after they went in there and I couldn’t see it because it was on my left side. I walked right into it, all the plates on my tray rattled, everyone behind me gasped, and I almost shit myself.
