"I was young and needed the money, not a joke." At Abi time and at the beginning of my studies, I was always so, so I looked for a couple of part-time jobs, working two or three days a week in a pub, first in the kitchen , then as a waiter and finally as a tappers behind the counter. It was not a trendy bar, but 'event gastronomy'.

The guests should not only be entertained, but also entertained. Every now and then there were themed days and some more or less funny actions. For example, male colleagues should wear women's clothes and women should wear a tie and a suit. At Easter, the boss had also come up with something special, and for me: 'You will be our Easter Bunny.'

So I had to wear a rabbit costume on Saturday night before Easter Sunday: an adult romper, soft faux fur, plush hood with long ears on it. So I stood next to a bar table at the entrance to greet the guests.

I still hoped that not any friends would come by me. In vain. There was a big hello. Maybe I should have asked for more pay for this evening? An embarrassment bonus? Too late.

Do not cry for a long time, head back

I put myself in the rabbit role and offered all guests, as desired by the boss, a welcome drink. Suitable for Easter: eggnog. The idea was well received by the guests. Even my outfit made for a good mood, the liqueur even more. And many asked me to toast with them, maybe out of pity or just like that. The tenor was in any case for just under an hour and a half: do not chatter long, head back.

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So I protested. And drank. So I gradually became funnier and thirstier. My mistake: I kept jeans and pullover under the bunny costume. That's why I got pretty warm under the coat. At the same time, the guests were pouring into the bar, jammed in front of the entrance. It was tight, loud. I sweat.

That's why I drank not only one or two eggnogs, but also beer. How long I held out - I do not remember. Anyway, later I switched from the entrance behind the counter to the tap. And drank beer again. After that, my memory blurs. I was pretty dizzy and at some point I was not able to fill the glasses properly. Much earlier than planned, I drove home before the end of work. By bicycle.

My head was buzzing. And I was bad. Very bad. Also the next day. That, after all, I still know exactly. Luckily, it's been around 25 years now. But every time someone gives out eggnog or even mentions the word, I think again about my bunny job and get a bad feeling. I never drank eggnog again. "