01-13-2016, 05:30 PM
True story: one summer I found myself stuck in a resort town that was empty due to the recession that year, and as such found myself up against it as far as surviving and eating and the like. So I harassed the few local shopkeepers for whatever work I could scrounge up, pestering them daily until a few threw me busy work just to keep me from bugging them. One such, a pizza shop owner, had a thriving local business but a love for 40 oz beers and a hatred for doing his end-of-night dishes: generally by that time he was wasted, classic functional alcholic. So he hired me to show up every night at 10pm to do his dishes in a big double sink and close down the shop for the night. It was menial but steady, and he was a genial drunk who's smoke a bowl or two with me as well.
So I did that for a few weeks, then one night for whatever reason I showed up a few minutes early, the doors were still unlocked and he was not in front. I went in, walked to the back in time to see him PISSING In the double sink where I washed his dishes by hand. I was so skeeved I backed out before he noticed me and came back in ten minutes like nothing happened. But that night and every night after, that damn sink got the bleaching of its existence.
So I did that for a few weeks, then one night for whatever reason I showed up a few minutes early, the doors were still unlocked and he was not in front. I went in, walked to the back in time to see him PISSING In the double sink where I washed his dishes by hand. I was so skeeved I backed out before he noticed me and came back in ten minutes like nothing happened. But that night and every night after, that damn sink got the bleaching of its existence.
Thank god I am oblivious to the opinions of others while caught in the blinding splendor of my own cleverness.