Evelyn brushed away the strand of hair that managed to escape her ponytail. She loved her job, but there were days when it was crazy. Today was one of those days.
"Evie! Table five's kid just threw up all over the floor!" John came back, to the kitchen. A look of pure disgust on his face.
Evelyn gave her head a slight shake, "I knew that was gonna happen. That kid was green when they walked in. I don't know why that mother insisted on him having milk. He asked for water." She went to the supply room for a mop bucket and gloves.
"I can't believe you're going to go out there and clean that mess up!" John said, surprised by Evelyn's actions.
She stopped and turned, "Why? I've been here for six months and have never shied away from any of the work. This is no diffe
