carrying guilt

I Spit In People’s Food

The following was submitted by “Marlene”. Marlene decided she would use this site as share a skeleton from her closet and I am flattered. Apparently, Marlene made some poor decisions when she was a waitress. I don’t want to steal too much thunder from this very interesting read that Marlene wrote. I do want to ask you all to share your thoughts about this story.  Personally, I have never had an article on this site drum up more emotions. I’m feeling quite unsettled. I don’t like thinking people are capable of doing this.

I don’t think many people are going to like what I’m about to share. And, maybe this perceived outrage is why I haven’t shared this story with anyone outside of my former workplace. I’m really sorry.

Back when I was a teenager and into my young adult years, I worked at a chain restaurant. The only details I’ll give you of the restaurant is that it had an all you can eat salad bar as well as menu items. I worked there for 6 years during the mid to late 1990’s. What fellow coworkers and I used to do there has haunted me for 15 or so years. We had, on many occasions, spit in the food of people who were a habitual nuisance. Some people took things even further. Usually at the request of a server, cooks would puposely under cook people’s food. It was bad.

I don’t remember exactly how it started. I was young and easily influenced by other people. Once a few coworkers told me that’s what they did to people who deserved it, I hopped on board. I was 15 when I started working there. During my high school years, I was a hostess. During 3 years following my high school graduation, I was a server. The place wasn’t always a dump, but towards the end of my employment there, it was pretty bad. From ages 18-21, I was a lost, angry soul.

Some sort of twisted revenge was how I justified spitting in people’s food. There were some royal assholes who would come in there. Every week, sometimes multiple times each week, I would have to deal with the same jerks. Most of the time, they were grumpy old people who complained about everything. Some of the time, it would be a creepy guy or someone’s bitchy girlfriend or wife. There was even a time when the man I wanted to be with started bringing his wife in with him to eat. He thought I was a fling. He thought I was okay with that. I wasn’t okay with sleeping with a guy who had a wife. I wanted him to myself. I would take my anger out on his wife by spitting in her food.

I don’t know if this is going to make me feel any better, but I needed to get this off my chest. It’s embarrassing and disgusting. I’m aware and I’m sorry.

1 comment

  1. I don’t agree with tampering with peoples’ food like that, but I do understand you were young and dumb and it’s interesting to see an actual account and opinion of it, rather than a Hollywood portrayal like Waiting.

    The only thing I really took issue with was spitting in the wife’s food! She wasn’t the bad guy there, he was and I wouldn’t blame you for spitting in his.

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