The lobster was just a shell of what it once was

simplyfiredstories submitted 521 days ago

Twenty years ago I worked in a fancy Italian restaurant located in Honolulu, Hawaii. I was a busboy, the owners was a nice little petite lady named Wanda, sweet as can be. To retain better control of the restaurant she married an mob like type Italian who was a complete bully and a possible ex convict, as rumor held. One night they had a big hoopla party at the restaurant where they had live Maine lobster shipped in. The cooks steamed the lobster and served it to the owners and their guest, they enjoyed themselves along with many bottles of wine. When they left to go home as the party ended, they left behind two whole lobsters untouched on the table. Well being around 19 years old, and not eating Maine lobster before, I foolishly brought the lobster into the kitchen where I convinced some of the cooks to shell the lobster and saute it in some butter. It was a glorious feast, it tasted soo good until the owner Wanda called. Oh boy, she remembered, she asked me, as I was their busboy, where the lobster was, I said it is in the refridgerator ( i lied). She said she will pick it up the next day. Thinking fast I had the shells restuffed with some shrimps kinda chopped up so no one would notice and restuffed the tail and reshaped the body and wrapped it. Well the next evening Wanda knew right away that something was funny, and told the mobster. He blew up at me threw the lobster at me and fired me.
I left as it was becoming a dangerous situation, and called Wanda and pretended to cry and beg for my job back, she said that I could have the Job back. So the next day I go to work and Nick the mobster shows up dumbfounded that I 'am there, he tells me what am I doing there, and I told him that I called Wanda and she Hired me back. He started cussing in Italian, and I went back to work, Well at the end of my shift he had a big Samoan mafia looking guy come with him and he told me to get out and followed me and asked me to make to first move with this giant behind him. I said that he could keep the job and walked away, and that was the end of my career as an Italian busboy, however I became the talk of the restaurant commmunity as word got around, I quickly became a hero and a legend for all my fellow Waikiki busboys and waiters.