“I’m the dish guy,” you say. The waiter nods dismissively and points you to the kitchen. The line cooks and the prep crew grunt at you as beneath their notice. They show you to the dishwasher, stuck in a tiny alcove away from everything. There’s something about the alcove that makes you feel dizzy, as if the corners of the room are skewed.
But the dishwasher itself is surprisingly new. Over the sink, the wall oozes a huge, black grease stain.
“What the hell is this?” you ask a passing prep guy.
“Don’t touch that; it’s been there forever,” he says, vanishing back into the kitchen’s haze. There’s no dishes to do yet. The clientele has only started eating.
Perhaps cleaning the stain would get you a reputation as a hard worker?
Do you…?
Decide to scrub off the stain.
Figure you don’t even get paid enough
to do what you’re supposed to.
