Did I drop a plate of nachos on someone? Did I scream at a guest? Did I just all around suck at my job? No, I did something much worse. Something nearly unthinkable in its awfulness. I changed the channel off NASCAR. Yeah, you read that right. I thought I was going to be fired for changing NASCAR to some other sporting event I can't even recall. That's probably a cardinal sin.
After seating a family at a round high table, they nicely asked for me to change the channel. It might have been to football or basketball or curling, but they definitely wanted anything other than the NASCAR on the screen above them. I cordially said I would, running to grab the remote after I noted that no one seemed to be watching the current channel.
No sooner had the TV flickered from one channel to another than I heard a grumbling behind me. It didn't take long for that low grumble to grow into full-fledged yelling from a table of men a few feet away. I nearly immediately registered that all the screaming had to do with me changing the channel. So, as I figured the dude yelling at me laid claim to the TV first, I kindly explained to the family that I'd have to change the channel back.
Of course this wasn't good enough. The twenty or so seconds the TV had been off NASCAR were apparently the end of the world and even though the cars were once again zipping around the track the yelling didn't stop. And then I heard it.
"I can't WAIT to tell (owner's name) about how awful it's been at Hooters today."
I whipped around quickly and the yeller immediately registered the pang of worry strike my face.
"That's right, I know (owner's name) really well and he'll be hearing all about this. I'm sure he won't be happy."
I was almost instantly afraid. While getting fired over something so ridiculous seemed insane, I was new. And no one really cares that much about a new girl. As the rant continued to grow more angry and more specific, my fear turned into shear panic. I was sure I was going to be fired right then and there. It suddenly seemed a certainty.
But of course I wasn't fired. Or even talked to. Turns out it didn't matter at all. And my guitar probably saved me from - at least - a write up. Yes, I'd brought my guitar that day and, even though I was upset and worried, I had promised to play. So I played and that's right about when the crazy yeller fell in love. Seriously. In. Love.
So not only did my guitar save my ass, it created my biggest Hooters fan. Yes, it's time to be introduced to a new character. He shall be called Talladega and though we didn't start well AT ALL I totally love him. Funny how that happens.
Talladega is now one of my favorite regulars. He's fun, nice, down to earth and head over heels in love with his wife in the cutest way ever. He's the only customer who has a CD of my music and I hear he's worn it out. He's more than forgiven me for changing the channel. I'm good like that.