It’s funny. You never really know when you’re in the middle of a life-altering moment. It’s not until you look back and see the situation from a distance that you understand the true magnitude of that moment.
I had one of those moments when I was a 19 year old cocktail waitress at a sports bar. Who knew?
It was a Sunday night during football season. The bar I worked at in Northeast Phoenix was huge, but not usually full. So I was the only waitress on that night. The only other people working were the bartender and a brand new cook. A cook who had never actually been a cook anywhere else, I might add.
One of the owners was also present. Of course, by present I mean he was sitting in his usual seat at the bar enjoying the endless supply of beer that his partnership provided.
That’s when all hell broke loose. (more…)