1.
It's 11:00 am, your shift just started, and you hope and pray that this lunch rush doesn't kill you.
2.
As you complete your side work, you begin to accept the looming reality of the dreaded two-hour period.
3.
And just like that, it begins.
4.
The tickets start printing, and printing, and printing...
5.
You get double sat. Wait, triple sat. No, QUADRUPLE fucking sat.
6.
One of your tables orders apps, entrees, and drinks, then proceeds to tell you they are "in a bit of a rush."
7.
You accept it: you are officially IN. THE. LUNCH. RUSH.
8.
Your manager notices you slipping deeper into the weeds and asks if you are OK.
9.
You yell "MOVE IT" shoving your coworker aside as you trample to the dish station.
10.
You overhear your coworker asking to take his break during the peak of the rush.
11.
It's 1:45 pm. Lunch begins to die down and you wonder if it's safe to pee yet.
12.
And just when you think it's over, THE SECOND RUSH BEGINS.
13.
Only this time around the kitchen is trashed, three items are 86'ed, and half of your coworkers have gone on break already.
14.
But you make it through. You survive the unexpected second rush.
15.
You officially have time to sit down.
16.
And just like that, the lunch rush is over.
