2 May 2012
Last night was probably my worst shift ever. You see, in the club where I work, everyone needs to do the cloakroom once a month. Luckily I have avoided it but I was there last night. Pouring with rain, at kick out as the clocks turned 3 all people who left coats in my cloak room pilled over there, yelling, kicking, screaming and crying. I was called a "wanker" in several languages.
We took 138 coats on the till, but after 45 minutes of frantically finding coats for people with no ticket and drunk as hell, I picked up a ticket saying Cloak 138. The last coat I took, but no one claimed it. But it wasn't in the room either.
This mystery coat will haunt me till the day I die, and I can't really work out why.
I felt I should share this with you. If there's a moral to this tale, be cool at the cloak room in a cue. You wouldn't make someone feel bad intentionally, so just remember that a lot of people means a lot of stress for whoever is at the cloak room.
Keep it cool Mars
Cloak 138 • Opuss № I