Screwing up at work

When I worked at Outback Steakhouse some customers brought in a huge birthday cake and asked us to put it in our refrigerator until everyone finished their meal, then bring it out, light the candles and sing "Happy Birthday."

To make a long story short, I was rounding the corner with it when I somehow lost the balance on the tray and dropped it. Like an idiot, I tried to catch it and for some reason I stuck out my leg and the whole thing broke over the top of my leg. I was stained blue for the rest of the night and my boss had to give everyone at the table (I think there were about 15 people) free desserts.

On another occasion I served nine...NINE...Long Island Iced Teas to an 18-year-old. I cut him off when he started getting out of hand, and it was at that point that his mother decided to clue me in that he was underage. In my defense, he had a full, bushy beard and everything. I never would have guessed he was only 18.

Jam it back in, in the dark.