Jack & Jill Went Up The Hill… And Then Things Took A Turn
I started at my current restaurant gig eleven years ago, and I was just reminded of something pretty wild that happened in my first year there.
We had a couple of married bar regulars. I’ll call them Jack and Jill. They were very frequent regulars, the type you see two or three times a week. I had gotten to know them by face and name after a few months, but we weren’t close to any level where we’d have extended conversations about our lives.
While closing up at the end of a shift, a coworker found Jill’s phone left behind where they’d been sitting. The screen was passcode-locked, so we set it aside with the plan to return it the next time they came in.
A couple of days later, I was working the bar at the beginning of our dinner shift, and the phone rang. I just so happened to be the one to answer.
Me: “Hi, thanks for calling [Restaurant]. How can I help you?”
Jack: “Hi, [My Name], this is Jack. Is Jill there?”
Me: “No, she’s not, but it’s good luck that you called! We have her phone here.”
There’s a brief pause from Jack, and then:
Jack: “Which phone is that? Because she forgot her phone; I’m looking at it right here. That’s why I’m calling the restaurant number.”
It turned out that Jill had been cheating on Jack for months, and she happened to leave behind her cheatin’ phone. Jack found out that day because he talked to me. They were separated within days.
In the immediate weeks after, Jill “won our restaurant in the divorce”, as seems to happen when regular customers break up, but after about six months, she stopped showing up. Someone must have eventually told Jack it was safe because he came in a few years later and told us all the sordid details.