I'm at work at the restaurant and finally get a free moment to take a restroom break. Anyone who's worked in this area knows you take the chance when you get it.
So I'm in the stall, doing my thing, when I hear the outside door open. I hear one of the bussers say my name.
"You have a table."
You have GOT to be kidding me.
"I'll be out in a minute."
Ok... at the most, I had another 45 seconds while I zipped up, and washed my hands. You had to follow me into the bathroom to tell me I had a table?