I have been having random memories of my life. The first being from grade school. I was trying out for cheerleading in the seventh grade. I was pretty athletic at the time and had previously taken gymnastic classes. The tryouts were in the gymnasium in front of the seventh and eighth grade class. The school I attended was private and small. There were about 50 students and a group of 20 trying out. I was third in line to face the judges. When it was my turn, I announced “I am about to do a round off”. I started running, got right in front of the judges and began to leap into my round off, tripped on my shoestring, and fell flat on my face. The crowd was silent. I tied my shoe, stood up, faced the judges and proclaimed “that was not a round off”. So I walked back to my starting point, ran and launched a well executed feat.
I made the team.
The other memory that occurred to me was when I was 22 and working as a waitress in a Mexican restaurant. It was about three pm on a weekday. The restaurant was deserted except for a table of eight that I had just been given. I had waited tables for about four years so this was routine for me. The order for the party of eight came up and I plated eight dinners on a tray. I squatted down and put the tray on my shoulder. I proceeded to carry it into the dining room stepping down two steps on my way. I flipped open the tray stand with one hand and slowly squatted to lower the increasingly heavy tray. Inches before reaching the stand I lost control and dumped everyone’s dinner on the floor. Once again, silence. Everyone was looking at me and I announced “dinner will be delayed”. The whole table laughed. The manager, bus boys and other servers came running to my rescue. Everything was cleaned up very quickly. We managed to make their meals in record time.
The table of eight left me a generous tip.