The lives of fountain workers at Friendly's are less than exciting. They run around in their little area like hamsters in a cage. I worked fountain a couple nights ago instead of serving and I must say, I was more tired from being in one area than I am working hard waiting tables. The most exciting part of my night was spilling the soft serve mix all over the bottom of the creemee machine.
There have been some memorable fountain moments though, back when I was that low on the food chain, not the least of which was one particular day when I was an eager young fountain worker.
It was around 10 in the morning, and they had me on a ladder cleaning the top shelves of the fountain area because, shockingly, no one was ordering ice cream that early. I was scrubbing away at the dust and grime while "Susie" the waitress was pouring coffee at the coffee machine. I happened to glance over towards the service aisle, and the trashcan next to the coffee machine had more smoke pouring out of it than a brick chimney. Susie looked down at it and went right on pouring coffee.
"Someone should really take care of that fire," she said.
At that second "Sally" the waitress came bombing around the corner with a bucket full of water twice the size of the trashcan, screeching "FIRE!!!" at the top of her lungs. She chucked the whole bucket-full onto the trashcan from like three feet away, flooding half the service aisle and sufficiently dousing the fire forever. Susie serenely finished pouring coffee while I remained on top of my ladder, avoiding the pond that was now the floor.
So you see, there is entertainment to be had as a fountain worker. I'm just not sure it equals the fun of pouring drinks on people. And who ever gave a creemee girl a million-dollar tip?
There have been some memorable fountain moments though, back when I was that low on the food chain, not the least of which was one particular day when I was an eager young fountain worker.
It was around 10 in the morning, and they had me on a ladder cleaning the top shelves of the fountain area because, shockingly, no one was ordering ice cream that early. I was scrubbing away at the dust and grime while "Susie" the waitress was pouring coffee at the coffee machine. I happened to glance over towards the service aisle, and the trashcan next to the coffee machine had more smoke pouring out of it than a brick chimney. Susie looked down at it and went right on pouring coffee.
"Someone should really take care of that fire," she said.
At that second "Sally" the waitress came bombing around the corner with a bucket full of water twice the size of the trashcan, screeching "FIRE!!!" at the top of her lungs. She chucked the whole bucket-full onto the trashcan from like three feet away, flooding half the service aisle and sufficiently dousing the fire forever. Susie serenely finished pouring coffee while I remained on top of my ladder, avoiding the pond that was now the floor.
So you see, there is entertainment to be had as a fountain worker. I'm just not sure it equals the fun of pouring drinks on people. And who ever gave a creemee girl a million-dollar tip?
Ah, the Fountain days. I once spilled almost an entire 40 lb (or however much those things weigh) of creemee mix all over me, the cremee machine, and the floor. My shoes never did completely recover.
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