“I guess I have a tendency to work in open kitchens.
In one kitchen, you could see the whole dining room, but not the bar. Interestingly, they could hear you if you were talking in a normal voice, but they had to be yelling for you to hear them. Something to do with the way the vents worked. I don’t really know.
Things you should know about working in hotels: It’s like being back in highschool. Rumors abound, as well as backstabbing and undermining. But, the pay is better than most and you get health insurance and disability. Sooo….
One server, he was married. I never met his wife, except for this night. We all knew he was having an affair with the hostess. Everyone talked about it all the time, except for them. They were both in their 40’s, and she was single (I think, all of a sudden I’m not sure anymore). He always hung out next to the hostess stand, it’s not like he even tried to be discreet about his interest in her. They would both park in the unnecessary depths of the parking lot and walked there together at the end of the night. They had been ‘seen’ making out by his car more than once.
One night, it all came to a head. With a bang.
In the middle of service, out of nowhere, you just hear this awful screaming.
His wife had shown up.
She was screaming at the hostess, on the other side of the dining room. It continued as the hostess ran away, through the dining room, weaving her way through the tables trying to get into the relative safety of the back of the house. “You whore, you slut, you homewrecker.“ A great many other expletives and the like. About halfway through the room, he sees what is going on, and starts chasing after the two women… “baby, no, it’s ok, just stop, why are you doing this” etc. etc. etc.
All the way through the rest of the dining room, and into the back kitchen.
The cat was officially out of the bag.”