I spent about six years working in a restaurant kitchen, starting in high school and all the way through to post-graduation from university. For those six years I worked just about every weekend, scrubbing pans, showing grown men how to remove S-bends from sinks, getting chemical burns, getting actual burns, peeling bags of vegetables that weighed more than I did and getting bitten by dead squid. (well okay, that only happened once) Good times. But it paid the rent, and a lot of the guys I worked with were hilarious.
"Gentlemen! Please! You can fight like itsy bitsy babies later. Right now we have adult name-calling and mud-slinging to attend to."
- Dr. Nightmare, Attorney at Law