In an earlier post I included a photo depicting the setting of my most frequent procrastination nightmare.
That got me thinking about waiter's nightmares -- not the real-life calamities -- but the recurring dreams. You arrive at work to find a full dining room. Nothing's where it should be, or it's been moved far, far away -- into a never-before seen sub-basement, or a few buildings away.
I still have them, twenty-five years after hanging up the apron. The worst thing of all was that it feels on awakening as though you've worked an extra shift -- without any pay.
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What happened in your most recent waiter's nightmare? Or, what's takes place in the recurring version?
Post them here.