So, a few months ago one of my cooks tells me that his sister(one of my dishwashers) is deathly afraid of snakes. He told me this story about when he was a kid in Ecuador he used to hide snakes in bushes and trees and tell his sister that he hid some candy or a toy for her and when she went to get it the snakes would come out and scare the hell out of her. He would laugh and laugh and she would run screaming and crying and not come out of her room for days. His Aunt my other dishwasher apparently is also deathly afraid of snakes. When she was crossing a river to come here one of the children apparently was taken by an anaconda.
keep in mind I did not know that part of the story. I totally forgot about all of this until a month ago. My cook comes to me and asked me to print a couple of pictures of snakes off the internet for him because, his nephew was doing a school report on snakes. He also asked me to buy him a rubber snake so, that he could use it as a model. I was suspicious when he started giggling but, I wanted to see where this was going. I ordered the snake but, after 2 weeks it didn't arrive so, I had a little time and went to FAO SWARTZ and bought a tiny 12 in coral snake. I gave it to my cook and then went down stares to work on some paper work. A few minutes later he comes down stares goes into the walkin grabs a few things and goes back up stares. A few minutes later, his aunt comes down stares with a mop and bucket and heads into the walkin to mop the floor. Five seconds later she come running out of the cooler, pale as a ghost completely speechless pointing at the cooler door and shaking uncontrollably. I try to calm her down and ask her what's wrong and she just starts balling and screaming no bueno! no bueno! I walk in the cooler and find the snake and walk out with it she is nowhere to be found. I toss it on a dirty plate and finish up my paperwork and print up the schedule. I then grab my clip board and schedule and the dirty plate and head up stairs. When I get upstairs I had placed the clipboard on top of the plate because it was easier to carry. THe plate and clip board were tilted toward me . I told Maria(the sister) who is only about 4 foot 5 inches, to grab the plate because it was dirty . She did and the snake fell off onto her face and head. She dropped the plate, knocked over and shattered a rack of glasses, fell backwards into the line cooler, screamed bloody murder during an incredibly busy service and ran out of the kitchen, I haven't seen her in 2 weeks and whenever I ask Alex where she is he just shakes his head and starts laughing. His Aunt now calls me" angelito negroe" and the other guys all swear that it was my idea and that I put the snake down there. I just bought the snake am I to be responsible for the actions of others?
P.s. apparently the coral snake is the deadliest snake in Ecuador, who knew?