The Swiss Chef, not to be confused with the Swiss knife; the knife has it’s uses 👿
This is number 6 in the re-blog frenzy, anyone want me to ease up for a while ; just say so.
When I first arrived at Shay Gap, the Poone’s ‘Township Manager’ asked me if I’d mind helping out for a couple of weeks, manning the door to the working men’s mess, in the mornings.
I may have already told you, but just to be on the safe side I’ll tell you again. He managed the running of everything in town, except the government controlled offices, and bank and was ostensibly my boss.
As he hadn’t the faintest idea about a bar, I was left in total control, and left to my own devices. Which suited me fine. Nothing worse than an amateur trying to tell a professional, what, and how to do his/her job.
All manning the door meant, was sitting at the entrance to the mess, and, using one of those clicker things, keep count of the number of men who came through the door for their meal. Those…
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