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The Battle for Dry Storage
Leo was a lazy slob when it came to putting away his uniform at the end of the day. We had very little space in the "changing area" at Cafe Ames Perdues, it was really only a corner of the dry storage area. So it was understandable when the management got excited about the ants that started showing up from time to time. The rule was all clothes had to be hung on the rack, off the floor or they could be thrown out. Now David, the owner/manager was usually a kindly soul. He picked up people's clothes, and eventually everyone caught on. Except Leo. One night, after a particularly gruesome shift, David walked past the changing area and saw that once again Leo's pants were crumpled in a pile on the floor. He also noticed a few ants wandering aimlessly nearby, and it gave him an idea... Picking up the pants, he gingerly turned them inside out. Grabbing a bottle of honey off the shelf, he carefully drew a fine bead up one inseam and down the other. Then he turned them right side out and dumped them back on the floor far enough away from the food stores to keep the ants right where he wanted them. Leo wandered in next shift, late as usual, jumped into his clothes and headed for his section that was already filling up. He never realized that he had "guests" until he was at table, reading the list of the specials from a hastily scrawled napkin. It took about a minute. Then he turned and fled into the back room, bellowing like a calf and stripping off his pants as he ran. Nobody but David knew what had happened until afterwards, but uniforms always seemed to be on hangers after that. (I took my tux home every night.) --Janet Fouts |
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