Over sushi with the girls this weekend, we got to chatting about our long ago days of waitressing at various joints across the country. Hands down, the best story was from a girlfriend that started and ended her short waitressing career in Boston. After one hellish week of training under a witchy waitress, my friend said that she had to run across the street for feminine supplies and then never went back! Can you think of a better excuse than the tampon escape, or have you experienced anything similar?
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