Scenes from last night:
The building/mini strip mall the restaurant is in, was built in the early 1980’s (I actually thought it was older, but a few months ago, I found out the real history from George, who built the building when he was in for dinner, but that is an amazing story for another day).
Anyhoo, over the years, we have expanded from our original space and taken over other spots in the building/mini strip mall, as they have moved or gone out of business.
Because of this, our lunch location is located three doors up from the main restaurant, but we are connected in the back.
There’s a “Fire Door” between the two sides that locks on the main side and not the lunch side.
Problem is, at the end of the night, some of my male coworkers like to take a visit to the bathrooms on the lunch side to take care of business before going home.
When I first started managing and closing down the restaurant, I was unaware of this little fact, so I would make sure the lunch door was locked, check the gas stoves, set the lights, and lock the Fire Door and then close down the main restaurant.
After accidentally locking a few coworkers in on the lunch side, I learned to make sure to yell, “Anyone over here? I’m locking the door. Knock or yell if you’re pooping!”
It’s saved all of us some trouble.
But it happened again last night.
Unfortunately, for some of our guys, the English is, not so much.
So last night, it’s me and two coworkers.
All of the busboys, chefs/cooks, and one of the dishwashers have left.
I’ve done me my final walkthrough of 3 Doors Up, yelled out my question, and locked the door.
Twenty minutes later I hear a knocking on the Fire Door.
WTF?
At this point it’s just me and the final dishwasher.
I freak out, because, I did my check.
It’s one of my busboys.
He’d been pooping.
But he doesn’t speak English, so he didn’t respond.
And then he went to clock out.
And then I went from freaked out to mad, because you don’t get to poop for 30 minutes on the clock!