First, as someone who eats out a lot, I have all the respect in the world for people in the food servce industry. And lord knows I have respect for the people willing to fork out the bucks to get involved in such a venture–I just ain’t one of them.
The dream was short, but sure as hell scared the hell out of me:
Someone had talked me into buying a restaurant. It put me out $20,000 (OK, I know that’s not a realistic figure, but it was just a dream).
A week into the venture, I realized that a) I didn’t even know who the manager was, and b) I didn’t know what was happening to the till every night!
Then I realized, “Oh s#!t, the utility bills are going to start coming in soon–and payroll–and who knows what else!”
As I was wandering around, wondering how I was going to pay for all of it, I noticed a customer lying down on a couch–and paramedics racing in the door!
That was when the cat woke me up to let him out. Thank Gawd!