Monday, 6 August 2007

Innie or Outie madam?

embarrassed?
I'd say...


"Ladies I wont tell you again, get out of the male toilets!"

"I'm no lady!" came the slurred response followed by the filthiest laugh that did indeed confirm this woman's application to the lady's club had been denied. Think Sid James and you've got it. Her friends laughed hard along with her as they filed past me out of the gentlemen's convinces. They were sniggering like naughty schoolgirls. They all made their way to the back of the very long queue for the ladies loos.

Gay Pride was held on Saturday in Belfast and there was a carnival atmosphere all over the city centre. Well probably not in Paisley the Younger' house. He was the focus for all sorts of unwanted attention as a result of his homophobic remarks a few months ago. That'll teach him.

The parade was winding it's way through town as I dragged my fat ass to work. I was about an hour early so I stopped to have a smoke or 2 and watch the parade go by. But I knew the kids at work were getting hammered so I had another smoke and then went in to give them a hand. There were what seemed like thousands of people in the area so we were gonna get it hard.

I don't do bar, ever. Charlie don't surf and Manuel don't (do) bar. I cannot stand it. But I couldn't walk past them and go straight to the restaurant. This goes against my normally selfish nature. So I jumped behind the bar. There was surprise to say the least. But truth be told I was pulling pints before half of them were born. I'm that old. There weren't even pints glasses when I started, you just poured it into the punters cupped hands.

With most customers pouring out onto the streets with their drinks the management took the decision to switch to plastic glasses. That's why they get paid the big bucks. But if you were staying in you could opt for a proper glass. I couldn't resist asking "Out?" after every drink order. "Ooh your soooo cheeky" replied one chap. But it was all taken in good spirits and the hour I spent on the bar was a good laugh. Any more than that and I would have lost the will to live. And anyway I'm like candy to the Gay Community, I had to ration the good stuff. Eh, well if you happen to like over weight, bald, and by this point sweaty candy that is.

As the afternoon got busier and the bladders got fuller the toilets became a scene reminiscent of a battle field. And it came as no surprise when the ladies decided not to wait anymore and started piling into the male toilets. Now, there was confusion at first amongst the management as to what to do. Personally I think they were scared of the lesbians. There was a weak attempt to clear the toilets which was treated with little more than derision. But the restaurant was due to open and the genteel types that were booked for the first sitting may not have welcomed their toilets becoming unisex, if even just for a while.

So that's how I found myself in the male toilets shouting at the ladies to get out. There were a few attempts to appeal to my better nature, but to no avail. It appears I have no "better nature" when it comes to ladies in the male toilets. Most took it all as a bit of a laugh, they knew they were pushing their luck. But then it turned into a game. Nightmare. And for half an hour or so I played a peculiar game of cat and mouse with some fairly drunk ladies with full bladders and short hair.

I was now positioned at the door to the male toilets checking for innies and outies. This is where I made my big mistake and subsequent demotion from toilet monitor.

"Sorry madam, no women allowed in the male toilets."

"Women? Sure I'm a man. You wanna see "it"?" replied the man in the lovely white trousers, open toed white shoes sporting an orange blouse, blonde flowing hair, hands like shovels and the voice of a JCB digger. The queue thought this was brilliant and erupted with cheering and laughter.

I stood there for a moment completely lost for words, I mean I had no idea how to respond. After what seemed like an eternity I eventually responded with

" What...
eh...
nice..
really...
man?
Sure, sure go ahead? I was all a fluster and the lesbians knew it. They can smell fear you know.

He offered to show me "it" again which was nice but I declined his offer. And by now I was focused on his stubbly chin and obvious Adams apple. I gave up at this point and deserted my post in favour of a cigarette break. I also was burning with embarrassment and had to get away. The toilets descended into anarchy at this point. But my tour of toilet duty was over.

The next few hours were a blur. Our first sitting was rammed with people going to the George Michael concert. In retrospect they may not have minded unisex toilets. They were a good crowd and tipped like champions. But the decision to load the music system with George Michael and Wham songs was one that I later regretted as it was buckling my brain after the third song. But at times like that you gotta have Faith, (see what I did there?).

I rarely say nice things about the kitchen monkeys but they were magnificent on Saturday. We were full from 6 until we closed and they didn't make one mistake. The food arrived on time, it looked beautiful, it must have tasted good as there was nothing sent back and the tips were as I said tremendous. There is nothing like going home with a nice thick wedge in your pocket.

Like I have said before when Saturday night goes well it is the best buzz you can get (outside of waking up beside Jessica Alba, sorry I mean Little Miss Manuel, honest darling). When the adrenaline is pumping, and when you are in full flow and the restaurant is bursting at the seams and you are doing ten things at once and your customers are having a blast and your pockets are filling up with hard earned cash and you are really laughing and not fake laughing that's when you remind yourself why you do it. Seriously you haven't lived until you have spent your Saturday night chasing women out of the male toilets.

Sundays are still shite at work though, very very shite.

18 People trying to get Manuel's attention:

Medbh said...

Hah! "innies and outies"! Never heard that applied to genitalia before, Manuel. Hah!
Lots of gay men and women spend time in the restaurant biz and are thus generous tippers.
I've never actually been bold enough to use the men's toilets but there have been many times when I've been in a long line and looked at the absence of one on the other side and was tempted.
It takes us longer! Give us more stalls!
Glad you made some moola.

Conortje said...

hehehe love this post- oh and everyone is scared of lesbians. Even lesbians ;-)

Fat Sparrow said...

"There is nothing like going home with a nice thick wedge in your pocket."

Hahaha, if you had stayed as toilet guard you might have ended up with a bit more of that (oooh er missus!)

I have often used the men's. I may have to do a post about it. I'm usually not one to be in favor of more laws, but there's something to be said for Potty Parity laws.

sheepworrier said...

"Out?" Heh.
Glad u had a good nite Manuel. Ive had similar sorta experiences workin the bar on St. Paddys, but with more green things, and a lot more visible 'outies'.
Oh christ, the horror.

gimme a minute said...

This sounds like a fabulous night, Manuel.

Well told, ya big toilet trader.

Manuel said...

medbh: yes the ladies are indeed short changed in their toilet needs. Outies work better in such condition

conortje: I've just remembered that there was one lady reversing into the urinal and motioning to pull her jeans down. Sweet Jesus how did I forget that?!!

fat sparrow: Potty Parity laws hahahaha.

Sheepworrier: The boss Christened it Pink St Paddy's day, which was very apt. Let me tell you there is only so much Erasure you can take...

Gimme: It was darling, it was!

sheepworrier said...

I try to discover
A little something to make me sweeter
Oh baby refrain from breaking my heart
Im so in love with you
Ill be forever blue
That you give me no reason
Why youre making me work so hard

That you give me no
That you give me no
That you give me no
That you give me no

Soul, I hear you calling
Oh baby please give a little reeeeeespect tooooooo-oooo meeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEE!

thats gonna be stuck in my head all day now.

Manuel said...

Sheepworrier: Thank you for that, cunt cunt cunt. I actually think I own that single...

sheepworrier said...

s'all part of the service, Manuel.

...da de da da daaa, dum de dum da daaaa, *give a little reeespect toooo*....

Sorry.

Anonymous Boxer said...

Bravo! Funny and brave man! What a great read. I love a good "barn raising" environment at work, either though it can all turn to crap the next day.

Manuel said...

Sheepworrier:I'm watching you......

Anonymous Boxer: And if the next day is a Sunday you can guarantee it will....

The Little Cheese said...

oooh you are awful etc.

I can't camp it up anymore than that after spending a day in Brighton last week-end.

Sorry.

Deborah said...

Fabulous post Manuel. Classic! I can't believe I didn't find this blog sooner. I have been reading old posts for three nights now and even have the husband (former waiter-turned manager-turned getting the hell out of the restaurant business, other equally unsociable hour customer facing job guy) reading along. Great stuff!

There weren't even pints glasses when I started, you just poured it into the punters cupped hands.

Classic!!!

Manuel said...

Le Peu de Fromage: I was trying to avoid campesque jokes, liberal guilt...Love Brighton though, great town...

Deborah: Welcome, welcome. Some vino this evening or G and T perhaps? Thanks for the lovely compliments. Any favourites? Doing this job you never run out of stories. I was once a waiter turned manager. Didn't like it, took me years to work that out so now I'm a waiter turned manger turned waiter. What am I on about....?

Fat Sparrow said...

"fat sparrow: Potty Parity laws hahahaha."

Sadly enough I did not make that up. That's what they're called, here in the States. New buildings have to have so much more percentage women's to men's restrooms.

Manuel said...

ALL WE ARE SAYING
IS GIVE OUR PEE A CHANCE

all together everybody...

ALL WE ARE SAYING...

Jill Stevens said...

Potty Parity sounds funny and many will laugh but trust me it's something every woman desperately needs! I'm against most stupid sounding laws but as a veteran of many a ladies room line all I can say is "free to pee at last, great god almighty I can pee at last!" Men are such jerks about this though, we'll probably never see Potty Parity be widespread anytime soon. Wish they could wait for a change!

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