Early in the afternoon’s proceedings, one of my coworkers had procured a Cosmopolitan for herself (the drink, not the magazine). It was served in an impressively large, weighty martini glass and made quite the visual statement poised in one’s hand. After a few sips, my coworker made a face and stopped drinking. When a waiter came by a moment later, she set the glass on his tray, saying, “This drink is a little too strong!” (that was, incidentally, the first time in her life those words had been spoken by her in that order, but that’s another story entirely!).
Anyway, the waiter accepted the drink and walked away. Well, he walked about 10 feet. At that point, when he erroneously thought no one was looking, he quickly picked up the forsaken Cosmopolitan, downed it one impressive gulp and continued on his way. Back at the table, the group of us laughed and marveled at that one for a few minutes.
My thought at the time was that I should check back on that particular waiter in a couple of hours to see how well he was moving, but I couldn’t seem to find him a couple hours later! While it’s certainly possible that he some issues in his life, either with alcohol or his employer, I can’t help but have a little admiration for his chutzpah, as well as his laudable aversion to wastefulness!