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since 1999-08-06
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I finished cleaning up the left over plates that had been scattered amongst the other dishes. It had been an exhausting catering job this time. We got a call three weeks prior to the party, saying that the bride to be had decided to push her wedding up two months. This meant that the maid of honor had to throw together a quick bridal shower for her friends and family. Three weeks is all the time she had given my catering company to set up for this disaster. The bride was not picky about what type of food she wanted. I was told by the maid of honor that as long as there was food and it was warm, the bride would be happy. I found out what she meant by this when the bride arrived to the shower. I looked up from the cake I was placing out, to find a pregnant woman waddling past the table and sitting at the seat which was designed for the upcoming bride. I began to place out the appetizers, getting prepared for the party to arrive at any moment. All of a sudden I heard a scream coming from the kitchen. I dropped my belongings and ran over to the kitchen to find a bird swooping around the heads of the workers. I stopped mid-length in my step and began to turn around. I was terrified of birds. A voice bellowed from the shrieks of the women, “Melissa, you have to get this bird out of here before something disastrous happens.” I began to search faces, considering which one of these ladies might be able to grab this bird and put it outside. There was no way I was going to be able to handle touching this bird, let alone picking it up and putting it outside. All of a sudden, four of my workers began to hysterically scream. I looked up and noticed that the bird had started to poop on the meal we had prepared for the shower. I ran over to a drawer, and pulled out two oven mitts and a spatula. I began to swing the spatula frantically at the bird, trying to get him out of the kitchen. The bird just kept flying around the heads of the workers. By this time, most of the ladies had pushed there way out of the kitchen and into the party area. Finally, after ten minutes of the swinging spatula, the bird, probably exhausted from his flight, landed on a table nearby. I laid down the spatula, and pulled my oven mitts up. I leaned over, and quickly swooped the bird up, shrieking so loudly that the neighboring party probably heard me. I ran out the door and threw that bird into the sky. The party had turned out to be a simple disaster, and the food a waste, which didn’t make the bride to be too happy. |
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