Confession Time

Father, forgive me for I have sinned. It's been 62 years and 6 months since my last confession."
Our first day at the cafe started off with a bang. Three young construction workers came in for lunch at 11:15. They ordered three different chicken sandwiches - two of which I have never prepared before. We got through that okay, but preparing their sandwiches used up all the grilled chicken. So I grilled some more, hoping that no one would come in and want a chicken sandwich before I was done. Sheesh, it sure takes chicken a long time to cook when you're staring at it and flipping it over and over and over and over.
A while later, a lady came in and ordered a chicken sandwich with everything on it except onions. Guess who forgot NOT to put on onions until AFTER he put on onions? I said, "I did a Jean!" Instead of picking most of the chopped onions out of the lettuce and tomatoes - like Jean does - wifey insisted that I toss the whole bun and start over. That is the right way, of course, so that's what I did.
Just before closing, a lady ordered fried fish with french fries instead of the standard side order of hushpuppies. Guess who screwed up again and dropped an order hushpuppies into the fryer with the fish?!! God! It's embarrassing!
Now I am willing to confess that Jean is entitled to make a few mistakes now and then without me shaking my head in the background like some holier-than-thou know-it-all. Today, I had my comeuppance.
All day I kept feeling like wifey and I needed to get into some kind of rhythm. We were both trying too hard, I think, and we didn't function like a well oiled machine. We were a greasy machine by 5:00, but not well oiled, so to speak. I'll try to do better tomorrow.