A Pack Of The Clones

(Instead of having a definite job role I am just expected to help out wherever the restaurant is short. On this day, I have been cleaning.)

Customer: “Excuse me, could you tell me where your toilets are?”

Me: “Just through there, sir. Just give me a moment to get the cleaning stuff out of there.”

(I clear the toilet and leave. On my way downstairs, I am asked to open the bar up for the customers. I change and do so.)

Same Customer: “Oh, weren’t you just upstairs?”

Me: “Yes, sir. Can I get you anything?”

Same Customer: *nervous look* “Uh, I’ll just have a coffee. I’m sitting over there…”

(After serving, I change again and start waiting tables.)

Me: “Hello again. Can I take your order?”

Same Customer: *upset* No… no… I think I’ll have to leave…”

Me: “Are you okay, sir?”

Same Customer: “I can’t eat in a place that employs CLONES! CLONES! CLONES EVERYWHERE!” *leaves*