May 28, 2014

That Time I Tried to Be A Spy...

About a year ago I became obsessed with the TV show Chuck. Seriously, it's so good. Go watch the whole thing on Netflix immediately. I had watched most of it when it was actually being broadcast but since I hadn't seen it all, I started watching it straight through, back to back, over and over and over. (Stop judging it was mostly in the background. 


But that's not how this story started.

So one of my jobs is serving at at banquet venue. You know, weddings, parties, conference lunches, etc. And sometimes, for certain events, there is just nothing to do.  And if anyone sees me just standing around it looks bad because they don't know there's nothing to do. So I am always seeking out hiding spaces.

One of the hiding spaces I thought about a number of times was in the rolling bars aka the giant hunk of plastic that is used to serve alcohol in usually empty rooms.
They have big sections for putting supplies that could totally fit a person, the main question was just whether it would be comfortable or not. And then the concern about using this spot as a hiding space, is what would happen if someone comes into the room while I'm hiding and doesn't leave?

So on one of these days when one of the bars was being used in a function room, and I wasn't the person bartending, I felt it was time to find out.
So I crawled in and determined it was not all that uncomfortable. If I was shorter it would be more comfortable, but If was was just looking to sit down for 5 minutes it was great!
So I was chillin' (yes, "chillin'") for a couple minutes, chatting with the guy who was bartending that day, when one of our co-workers walked in the room.
My options were to weirdly pop up out of nowhere or to wait until she left. I thought "it's just Olga, she'll be gone in a minute," so I chose to wait rather than explain the weird thing I was doing.

But then she stayed. And she stayed, and she stayed, and she stayed. Then some more people walked in and joined her conversation with Billy.
It was un-cramped enough that I was only somewhat uncomfortable, but cramped enough that I felt like I couldn't move at all without attracting attention. This means I couldn't get my phone out of my apron to have something to entertain me while I accidentally eavesdropped on the conversation, so all I had was a wine opener to fiddle with for the nearly 30 minutes before they all left. They had been there so long that after they finally left, Billy said that he had actually started to forget I was there at some point.
For the record, incase anyone was wondering, no, there wasn't anything I over heard that I shouldn't have.

After the first 10 minutes of sitting there, I remembered the episode of Chuck where Sarah stows away on an airplane by hiding in a large piece of luggage. It of course looked uncomfortable for her when she snuck out of the bag but I never thought about the part where she was scrunched up for hours waiting. That was how it felt to be in the compartment of the bar. And I only did it for 30 minutes!
When I first got in I said "I could totally be a spy!" When I finally got out, I determined "I could never be a spy!" In a previous story, I already determined that I would be terrible at stakeouts. I also hate guns. So as much as I want to be exactly like Sarah Walker, I think I'll have to stick to video editing.

Needless to say, I have not used the bars as hiding spots since.

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