30. Babysitting Bridesmaids
On weekends, I work as a male bartender. My office is approached by a bus. It's early, around 7:30 p.m. (We usually don't load them in until 11:30-12 a.m.) A large group of women in their 30s and 40s arrives. They inform me of who is getting married, etc. Thankfully, no one else was present. I then proceeded to pour a large number of drinks for them. The bride-to-be is a petite cutie, and the group is beautiful.
They start attempting to get on the stage in the back after about an hour, and I'm running about trying to bring them back. The bride-to-be falls the next thing you know. When I went to help her up, she hit me with projectile grossness all over my face. I wouldn't say I liked it. As a result, I begin carefully packing them back into their party bus. As it pulls away, I dash inside to find someone to watch me stop while I change. The bus pulls up alongside me as I exit, and the bride-to-be hands me her phone number. Are you joking? It was a terrible night.
