It's another normal day (okay, night). My husband and I were going over to the restaurant to do the cleaning at 11pm. The restaurant closes at 9pm... yet all of the lights were still on. We also noticed there was a limo in the parking lot. Confused, I called my boss.
Apparently there were customers who were there, she said. She also told me it was okay to go over there to clean. So we packed up and went.
A nice woman and an older gentleman were the only ones left. They were just leaving, actually. They were very polite, saying that the woman's son had thrown up in the restroom. My boss was very gracious, and told them to have a good evening. The woman said, "It was great to see you again." before she left.
"Who was that?" I asked the minute the door closed.
My boss smiled. "That was Larry King's wife."
I paused for a moment. "Okay, wait... Larry King? THE Larry King?"
She nodded.
I laughed. "Well okay then!"
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shawn_King_(singer)
So yeah, my husband and I cleaned the restaurant, both thinking about how incredibly random it was to have Shawn King there. Apparently she and her family have eaten there before. Bahahaha! I was flabbergasted.
Yeah, if that wasn't enough shock, the men's room was so awesomely gross. Mrs. King had managed to clean up most of the nastyness, but there was still plenty of aftershock. The kid had managed to get his barf on the floor, the walls, the toilet, the toilet paper dispenser, the stall door, and even in the next stall over. It was pink... and sticky. Ha ha! My first reaction was, "Gah!". My husband said, "I gotta see this" and ran over to see. His second reaction was, "I need a drink." "Me too!" I said. I got some Dr. Pepper, and he got some rootbeer. We toasted our weird life, and drank deeply.
It was awesome.
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