Redneck Bar & Grill

I went to work on the week-end, just like I always do,  prepared for a busy day.  But I was not prepared for everything else that occurred that day.   First thing in the morning I had two fellow employees phone in sick (or should I say "sick").  Then two others simply neglected to come to work.  The customers started lining up outside the doors 15 minutes before opening and they never stopped all day long.  Of course being four people short those of us who were there never stopped running.  We were all doing our very best to serve the customers, and fortunately the vast majority of them were understanding of the situation.  Inevitably though, we had a couple that weren’t.  The one I had to deal with was an older man who apparently felt that he was somehow more important than anyone else.  He was angry that he had to wait in line in the first place and then became more agitated when we did not immediately respond to his needs.  He was purchasing a sheet of plywood and he needed it cut.  To everyone’s dismay I discovered that our saw was not working.  Needless to say this man nearly pitched a fit when he found this out.  He said that he would be forced to go to our competitor to have his needs fulfilled.  Needless to say I had to fight the urge to say out loud, "I hope their saw doesn’t work either."  As he was leaving I overheard him remark to his wife, "That’s what I call the lost generation!"  For the life of me I can’t quite figure out what exactly that means.  Are we lost because a machine was not working?  Are we lost because I remained polite (I apologized twice) while he blew up at me?  Are we lost because (judging by the size of his mid-section) we do far more hard physical labour than him?  I just don’t know.  I ended up working 11 hours; but now that I have gotten it off my chest, I’m going to crack a couple of Blue Beavers and allow my memories of that day to become lost.