I was working a function in my first year as a bartender. I can’t remember what the people were celebrating, but it was a sit-down dinner with three courses and matching drinks. They were very thirsty, so I had been pretty busy. The first chance I got to grab something to eat was when we served coffees and teas – and little packaged biscuits – the guests.
I was eating a choc-chip cookie when I heard the supervisor coming round the back of the bar. Thinking quick I wiped my face of any crumbs and thew out the wrappers.
“Those biscuits are for the guests, Chris,” he said accusingly.
“I know. That’s why I haven’t eaten any,” I lied.
“Yeah, you can give me a saliva test if you like,” I grinned.
“Sure mate, but you might want to get rid of the chocolate bits stuck in your teeth.”