You carry a full tray out the door of the cafe on the patio, looking like the Adonis or Venus of coffee conveyance. A wandering tourist with eyes glued to a phone seems intent on crashing into you. You pull a spin move as a dog crosses your path and a baby turns with just the right aim to spit up on you. Embarrassed, the mom apologizes profusely for ruining your new apron.
Not to worry, Mom. It's not new, and it's not ruined. Does she think a little spittle is enough to ruin this apron? It's seen far worse and still looks like a million bucks. You'll wipe it, wash it, and return to duty as the sharpest looking short-order hero this side of the Mason-Dixon line.
Now put down those perfectly un-spilled cups and go make another round. It's mid rush and you're just getting started making people's day.
