Commentary
When I was 15, I had a wonderful time working at a local fish restaurant. I was a busboy and dishwasher and super proud of my job. Scrubbing pots and wiping down tables was a job of enormous responsibility. Leaving grease and sticky stuff on plates and seats was a sure way to drive off customers. I was thrilled to be entrusted with the tasks.
One day, the boss came in and inspected the kitchen. He found that the steel under the dishwashing sinks was quite dirty. I and my coworkers had neglected that part of the sinks, wrongly. He grabbed a hard brush with some Clorox bleach powder and got on his hands and knees and started scrubbing and explaining. Once he got started, he could not stop and he did this for a good 30 minutes while the rest of us busied ourselves in other tasks….