“Jesus, these glasses are always everywhere! Whose are they, anyway?” asked one of the managers working the door.
“You know those are mine! For reading, remember?” I said, with just a hint of a smile, because I was 90 percent sure he was kidding.
“Don’t you ever wear them? They’re always laying around right in my way! You must never read a damn thing.”
Good, he was kidding.
Which I took as a challenge, of sorts. When the manager stepped away from the podium, and as the host looked on in semi-surprise, I hung my orange-pink framed glasses over the front of the Open Table screen.
“Well, he’s the one who started it!” I told her. She giggled. Okay, good on two counts. A manager who kids around and a host who will laugh with me.
The manager laughed aloud when he returned to the podium. Even better.
Tonight, we had round two. He hid them in a drawer before I got to work. I put them on a countertop by the kitchen, where he was working on this night.
He stashed them in a plant. I asked my very serious GM (I know, he’s great and nice and all that, but he is VERY serious on the floor) if he would mind if I returned the volley by hiding them where he might see them, too.
“Put them in his water bottle,” he said. And he told me where that was. Cool. I got him good with that.
He balanced them on a light sconce. I placed them carefully on a polishing rag in his midst. He put them on top of a framed award by the front door, looking as if they were staring at me. That was my favorite. I placed them in front of the Micros printer. He tucked them under the podium keyboard, which took me forever to find. I conceded a win to him for that one.
The host and I then cooked up big plans for tomorrow’s hiding places.
It’s nothing, really. Just a game. But I felt almost lighthearted, laughing while we played.