I was the first catring manager for Tasty Caterers in 1997. My assistant was a guy named Tony. After a busy day of hard work in this establishment, the senior staff used to have a couple of drinks after the closure of the restaurants. Sometimes, this took place in different locations outside the city.
Although this was a regular occurence, we avoided Tony as he could not stand more than a couple of drinks. The day came when Tony forced himself and joined our group who were planning to go out that evening. At first, we objected but finally gave it up by warning him not to have too many drinks.
The session started somewhere outside Colombo. Tony, as usual, consumed a few drinks and was knocked out. We slowly rested him on the back seat of the van.
When the time came for us to depart, Tony's situation became a problem as we had to drop him at his house in Mount Lavinia. So, we sat and thought of a plan and decided to leave Tony at his doorstep, ring the doorbell and take off, before his wife confronts us.
We opened the gate, carried him to his front door, set him against it, rang the doorbell and ran away. When his wife opened the door she discovered Tony in a very bad state. She panicked and wanted to call the Police, thinking that he had been poisoned.
His son, who had his wits about him, quickly took him upstairs and rubbed lime on his head and feet, and then that he started speaking out, slowly.
Tony comes back to work after three days with his hair soaked in oil and looking like a wet crow. It was then that he shared what really happened after we left him leaning against his front door.
Peter Arendtsz - Feb 2019
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