We have a new manager at the bar. He has a jovial personality and seems to know his shit…along with an easy-going style of managing…as well as some great ideas on improving our wine list and cocktail menu. I am actually pretty excited to work for this guy. So tonight…during our pre-shift meeting…he told us that within a few months he would turn our working environment into a much more enjoyable one than it currently is. He promised that we would have fun during our shifts. I smiled in support and reminisced on the most delightful two years I have ever served in the service industry. I was a sixteen year old busboy…along with four of my best friends…at a large Mexican restaurant. We were absolutely out of fucking control. It was total mayhem. We would start our shift by walking in the back door with a couple of cases of beer under a towel…ice them down in five gallon buckets…and hide them in the changing room. We drank most of them during the evening and traded the rest to the cooks for food. We each had the area of a small office to perform our job from…chips and salsa, bus tubs, a watering station, trash cans, and stock to reset the tables. The game was similar every night…get slightly drunk…and engage in side station sabotage. The cooks would watch in bewilderment from behind the line as we took turns sneaking into each others stations and vandalizing them. We would steal stock from each other, empty full trash cans right on the floor, spread honey on the countertop and crinkle chips all over it, pour salsa all over the place, turn the chip warmers off, etc. We also had legendary food fights…anything went…chimichangas, tacos, burritos, and whole lemons were commonly flying back and forth from our respective bus stations. When we needed a break from all the action, we would sneak into the walk-in and inhale an entire case of whip cream whippets…before carefully putting the caps back on and replacing them back in the box. Just before our shift ended, we would liberate bags of fajita meat from the kitchen and bottles of tequila from the bar…invite the older waitresses over…and continue the party at my house. I am sure this isn’t the type of fun my new manager has in mind. His statement just caused a bit of nostalgia within myself. Fast forward 24 years in the lives of the busboy mafia. One of us owns a successful catering business, another became a high-end realtor, another became a locally famous artist and an incredible underground athlete, another got involved with the Hells Angels and is still serving time for attempted murder, and I have become a bartender…keeping a scrutinizing and ever watching eye on the young busboys I work with.
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