keen tinfoil

OK, this is deviating from the normal format a little bit, but in the interests of posting something, I'll post it. Lately most of my shifts have been as a cocktail waitress, rather than as a bartender, at the airport bar. (I make better money, but get fewer stories.)

Sundays are busy days in airport bars. Especially when there are weather delays. Like today.

There was a bit of a rush, and I was waiting on a lot of tables at once. I saw a couple come in and sit down, and I made The Face at them, the I'll Be There In A Minute Face, and then as I whisked by the table I said, "I'll be right with you," in that way that busy waitresses do. (I am guilty.)

So I went about my Busy Waitress way, being busy and whisking around and the like, pouring drinks and taking food orders and so on and so forth. And, of course, as you may have guessed, I completely forgot about them. (In my defense, they're the only ones I forgot all day!)

So eventually the man got up and came over to me, where I was standing (beside the bar, retrieving pens and change from the strange pockets I'd deposited them in, trying to regroup and figure out just what that nagging feeling of forgetting something was), and placed his order.

Horrified, I brought the drinks over immediately, and apologized.
"I'm so sorry! I told you I'd be right over! And then I didn't come! But, see, there was this really keen bit of tinfoil, and I was looking at it because it was so shiny, and I just completely forgot everything else! You know how shiny things can be."

To my astonishment, not only did they laugh at that, but they also left a 20% tip.