During Labor Day weekend, before things got really busy, a woman, 60ish, rushed in the café and asked if she could use the restroom. Bagheera and I were at the counter rolling silverware when she rushed back out and snarled that we were out of paper towels. She grabbed a handful of napkins out of the dispenser on the table and went back in the restroom.
Bagheera went to get paper towels while I continued to roll silverware. I saw Bagheera walk down the hallway, knock on the door, and go in for about a minute. Then she came hauling ass out of the hallway into the dining room, carrying a trash bag. She hauled ass past me and said, “Please put a new trash bag in the bathroom. I have to go home.” Then the restroom woman stormed out of the café.
I stood there and wondered WTF?! It was morning during Labor Day weekend, the busiest weekend of the year in Meeteetse, ravening hordes of people would be busting the door down, and WTF?! I’m ALONE?! What the fucking fuck?!
A few minutes later Bagheera’s oldest son showed up to help me and he told me why his mom came home puking and was now laying down with a cold towel on her face. When she went in the restroom to stock the paper towels she dropped the keys in the trash. Since she had just cleaned the restrooms and emptied the trash she stuck her hand in the little swinging door on the top of the trash can and right into a Depends full of warm runny shit. The worst part was the woman who dropped the Depends in the trash stood right behind Bagheera and let her stick her hand in it.
Things would have turned out differently if I had been in Bagheera’s shoes.
It was hours before I saw Bagheera again and she was green for the rest of the day. There was also some random gagging.
I took over restroom duties not long after that and at first I asked myself: Who does this shit? I kept finding gum in the urinal…until I loudly mentioned to, well, everyone in the bar, that the person who fishes the gum out of the urinal is the same person who patties their hamburgers. Now I find a lot less of a mess. I seldom find tobacco on the walls or paper towels on the floor, because everyone knows they will get an ass chewing.
Fear is an excellent motivator.