Beverage of choice.

So, as we all know I am a server. I get drinks for people of all kinds. Well the other night someone had me mix quite the peculiar combination and it intrigued my interest to say the least. When things calmed down I decided to give it a whirl. Now when I write this, give it a chance before you hate on it.... Diet Coke {my personal beverage selection} AND Rootbeer. It sounds like throw up but trust me it does not taste this way. If you have ever tried Diet Rootbeer you know that it belongs with the pups, but when you Diet Cola and just a pinch of Rootbeer you are doing yourself a favor just trust me. It tastes like rootbeer but it isnt as bad cause it just cancels out the Diet Coke and tastes like Rootbeer. I would not lead you astray, partly because I have been drinking Diet Coke a little excessively these days and this adds a nice switcharoo to my life.

Next.

item of business.

I must warn if you are easily offended then click the X in the top right corner of your screen.

I had an embarrassing moment that is worth writing because its THAT embarrasssing.

It was late one Monday night. I was ready to go home but got sat my last table. I was pretty happy that they were as least ordering some alcoholic bevs because if you have been a server then you know that means bigger tip. Well everyone ordered, and then I get to this last fella who wants something that we don't offer on the menu, but shouldn't be to hard to whip up. So I go talk to our friendly bartender and I tell him the DEETs. Well in restaurant land, if we don't have the button for a paticular item we just type it in and give a price that seems suitable for that item. I did just as I was supposed to but just to be funny named the drink something with a little spice...

Never again will I do this. EVER.

I get the drink out to the man, and it had been made to perfection. The night goes on and its time for me to deliver the check. Get a load of this folks.

Me: Heres your check and I'll be your cashier when your ready.

Return a couple of minutes later

Lady: So for corporate purposes we might need you to change the name of the drink on this check?

RUSSIAN NIPPLES may not fly with our boss.

Me: red faced, apologize and simply walk away.

Oh Chels, you know better.

Russian Nipples?

Better believe it.

So, whether it be Diet Coke with Rootbeer or Russian Nipples, Chelsi J will always have the beverage for you.