gawd, this brings back some memories.
No ventilation, so opened the back door.
V pleased about the natural gas appliances.
Sent the potwasher to the local supermarket to get some flashlights. When he got back, made a chain out of rubber bands, attached them to the flashlight and secured them to the top of my shoulder (a la flashlights like the marines out of Aliens had on stadium mounts)
Made sure that the FOH staff knew to let me know when a docket came in, and voila!
the show must go on.
Epilogue: some piece of **** actually stole a customers handbag that night. Not cool, not in the least. |