Wicked Witch of the Water

Yes, that is me. Tonight at work I a) went to pour tap water into a customer's glass and accidentally began to pour it into the candle on the table instead! Haha. I almost burst out laughing on the spot. The candle is tall and round and sort of resembles a glass, except that it is thick and made of marble. Ooops. Fortunately it wasn't a real candle inside (just a battery charged one) and I realized my mistake a few seconds after I began to pour, not once the candle was filled. Oh how silly.

And b) a customer actually called me the Wicked Witch of the West! The scene played out a little something like this:

The elevator doors open. Two older men (mid-50s) exit with a young Asian girl (<5 yrs old).

I greet them, as I greet all guests, "Hi! How are you going?"

They reply, seemingly immune to my charm, "Fine thank you. Do you have a table for 3 available?" 

"Unfortunately, right now we are full. It will probably be about a 20-30 minute wait until a table opens up."

 "Oooooh," they murmur. "Thirty minutes?" They look at the little girl. "That's her bed time." (Then why did you bring her out to eat dinner at 8:30 pm?) They appear to be in deep contemplation. "How about 15 minutes?" they suggest hopefully.

"Perhaps," I reply sweetly, "but I can't guarantee that a table will be ready then." 

 "Oh, alright. Well then we'll just go have a drink in the bar and wait," one of the men insists, satisfied. 

"I'm sorry sir, but there are no children allowed in the bar after 6:00 pm."  

 "Oh," they reply, the disappointment apparent in their tone and faces. "I guess we will have to pass then."

They make their way back towards the elevator. I walk with them and hold the elevator open as they get back on, apologizing for their misfortune at obtaining a table for dinner (using much nicer words of course). And as they enter the elevator, out of no where one of the men turns to me and says, "You have made this little girl cry!" Mind you, she appears as happy as can be, gaily twirling around singing to herself. "You are the Wicked Witch of the West!" he shouts. He then points at my feet, "Look at her shoes Abbey!" (Does the Wicked Witch of the West wear black heels? I dunno...) She doesn't look. She is too occupied singing her happy tunes. And then the elevator doors close, eliminating the evil wizard from my presence. 

I was in disbelief. I turned to my manager Maricia and relayed to her what had just happened and she cracked up laughing. Despite how amusing and ridiculous the encounter was, my feelings are slightly hurt. I'm not the Wicked Witch, I'm Glinda gosh darn!