First day of work yesterday.
I scoop ice cream.
During training, the trainer said, "This won't take very long. This isn't rocket science."
Well, the first 10 minutes of my shift were some of the buisiest of the night.
Needless to say, I made serving ice cream rocket science.
The second customer of the night was the most memorable. He was old and balding.
"I'll have a double scoop sundae with hot fudge and peanuts."
It took a good five seconds for this thought to process.
I grabbed a bowl.
"No," the man said condescendingly. "They use a bigger bowl than that for double scoops."
For a moment I thought the guy was trying to con me. Turns out he was right.
I scooped some ice cream into the bowl.
"Now, typically they scoop some ice cream, then hot fudge, then peanuts, then ice cream and hot fudge again." Moron, he seemed to add.
I served the guy successfully.
"Thanks for bearing with me," I said. "This is my first day."
"I could tell," he said, dropping a few pennies into the tip jar. He somehow made penny dropping intimidating.
The rest of the night went better, though. Can you say gummy bears?