I believe this is the single best thing I have read on BBS to date.
Also, proctologists do not recommend hanging out on the toilet any more time than is necessary to get the, uh, business… done. Apparently treating the bathroom as a reading room is very unhealthy for your nether regions.
Regardless of whether you’ve used salt or not, the server, bartender, or busser should be wiping down every table or area, every time a patron leaves. That is part of their job. And it needs to be done every time, who’s to know if the last patron sneezed all over the place. As a former bartender, in down time, you should be cleaning and stocking as you go. You can certainly still chit chat while wiping down the place.
You have obviously never visited a rough pub in the uk. They were not known as “spit and sawdust” establishments for nothing. The sawdust might have done and there might even be carpet on the floor but hygiene is for wimps. The alcohol kills germs you know.
Yes Coke might work as a toilet cleaner, but that 20oz. Coke costs about the same as a half-gallon of bleach, of which you only need, at most, 1 cup to do the same job. It is rather scary that Coke will clean a toilet as fast as bleach.
If I am performing that level of ablutions, I’ma have a cup of tea & some hot breakfast first anyway, so I’m good for the ‘remembering if I’ve actually gotten washed thing’. I’m kinda lucky as regards working hours, though. And I sport a ‘no guard’ buzz-cut, so…
More likely a commenter copy-pasted an email he received from his parents. (Or, the poster is somebody’s parent.) Hasn’t anyone else received this list, or one very similar, from their parents? (More than once?)
Eh, my mother is more likely to send things about reptilian shape-shifting Illuminati lizards than well-meant but woolly-minded advice. My dad tends to email me when there’s gallery openings featuring snacks and free booze, which is much more useful from an advisory point of view.
Damn. I feel like I’m missing out now. I don’t have conspiracy theorist parents or someone telling me when there’s snacks and booze. I mean, sure, my dad doubts the moon landings but that’s kind of minor.