Pregnant Push-Over I was working as a night manager at a Pizza Hut in Kansas City, Missouri while I was pregnant with my daughter. I was eight months pregnant, and worked harder than any one I knew, male or female. It was Friday night and the dining room was packed as usual, and I was on the floor helping the servers keep drinks full, schmoozing with the customers, etc. Cheri had a customer that apparently had one too many to drink before arriving with his wife and two small children for dinner. He ordered two large pizzas, breadsticks, salads, soft drinks for the kids, and of course beer for himself, oh yeah his wife had water. The customer had requested 4 sides of ranch dressing for his pizza, and Cheri filled 4 soufflé cups with ranch dressing from the salad bar. When the pizza arrived, Cheri brought the sides of ranch to the table and the customer asked her, “were you not listening when I told you that I wanted the ranch that comes with the buffalo wings!” Cheri then explained to the customer that she was sorry that she misunderstood him, and she would gladly go and get him Read More