Yeah Al, restaurant work isn’t for everyone.

For me it was washing dishes. The problem was the restaurant’s drains backed up and there was a good two inches of really nasty water on the floor. My boss wouldn’t close so he had us dishwashers lay “bun racks” down to stand on. He then opened up the grease trap and told me to squeegee the water into it.
Of course I slipped off my bun rack and slid into the grease trap. For those of you, who never experienced the aroma of a grease trap; simply imagine falling into a porta pottie.

Thirty five years later I’m still in the restaurant business, coming home every night smelling like French fries and loving every minute of it.

Iggy