A friend of a friend told me about this tale that happened somewhere in Michigan a few years back. It was on a Friday night and something weird happened. The breakfast cook of this restaurant was out drinking so late that it didn’t make any sense to go home to bed for only a couple of hours before his shift started. He decided to go into work to get a head start.
When the cook arrived the late night cleaning crew had already left, and the kitchen was still hot from the steam cleaning of the floors and hood. He got down to his breakfast prep; cracking eggs, making batter and traying up bacon. This gave him a few of hours to get ahead of the coming breakfast crowd. When the second cook came in he’d claim that he was sick, and go home to sleep.
He worked as quickly…
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