Andrea's Version: On a hot summer day, when I was 9, I rode my Razor scooter down Thornberry Circle. Confidently, I pushed off from the ground as hard as I could and sped through the summer heat. The sun shined onto my face and blinded me as I tumbled down the cul de sac. I looked up and the kids that lived in *that* house stared at me as they halted their street hockey game. I looked down and blood dripped down my leg. I picked myself (and my Razor) off the ground, and I ran as fast as I could back to my house with the bottom panel of the scooter mercilessly hitting my ankles. The infamous pain of a Razor scooter to the ankle didn’t even match the level of embarrassment I felt after making a fool of myself in front of those really cool kids. Fifteen years later, lucky Table 71 finally saw me redeem myself with the boy from the cul de sac. Shamus' Version: It's a good thing first impressions aren’t the be all end all. It was just another day at the 99. I was walking in to yet another closing shift with my large iced coffee in one hand and bag full of Red Bull and Powerade in the other. Before I could make my way into the office to prepare for 9 hours of restaurant fun, I was asked to come meet the new employee at Table 71. I wouldn’t say that I was rude but I wasn’t very welcoming. I said hello and went back to loading up on caffeine. A short time later, I realized I should have been nicer. I made my way back to Table 71 to check on her and try to salvage the less than stellar first impression. Unlike me, she was impressive from the start. Very sweet, a little shy but as hard of a worker as I’ve ever come across in any walk of life. Of course, co workers like this are 99% (see what I did there) too good to be true and this girl was only going to be around for a couple of months. When her plans had changed and she was sticking around, I couldn’t have been happier.