Should’ve Stuck With Donuts

I worked at a donut shop on midnight shifts. One night, I had a drunk couple come in. They both ordered chili and went to sit in the corner. About ten minutes later, the man came up to the counter.

Man: “My wife is sick.”

I walked over to the table and the woman was sitting there with this stupid grin on her face. She had thrown up her chili and it was all over her, the table, and the floor.

I went and grabbed a roll of paper towels, handed it to the man, and told him:

Me: “She’s your wife; you clean it up.”

That was hands down one of the most disgusting nights of my life.