1. My pen. It’s mine and you can’t have it. I don’t come to where you work and ask to use your computer, chain saw, hammer, truck, calculator, or g-string & pasties. Don’t ask to borrow my pen unless you want me to stand at your table and stare at you until you give it back.
Also, when I tell you there are pens at the front desk, don’t heave a gigantic sigh and roll your eyes. My job is to bring you and those around you food and beverages, and to clean up your mess when you leave. It is not my job to fetch you a pen and the daily crossword, folded just right.
2. My apron. Keep your hands out of it. It is where I store my money, tickets and pen and you have no reason to grope around in it. Copping a feel is extra!
3. My hand towel. You may not have it to use as your personal linen napkin. I wipe my hands on it … my dirty hands, which have just cleaned off someone else’s plate. For you, it is a bacteria infection waiting to happen. For me, it keeps my apron from looking like I fished it out of a Dumpster.
Keep your hands off my stuff and we’ll get along just fine.
(Originally posted on 6/23/09)