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Tuesday, May 25, 2004


The Health Nazis Knocketh
The health inspectors came to our restaraunt today. If you're a restaraunt owner, you know how it is. A casually dressed man and woman, wearing their best poker faces, enter your facility and slowly stalk around, inspecting everything in the building: grills, sinks, ink pens. Sometimes they'll murmur things quietly to each other, and you just know what they're saying:


INSPECTOR 1: Stop! I think I saw something move.

INSPECTOR 2: Where?

INSPECTOR 1: Over there, by the grill.

INSPECTOR 2: I think that's the owner.

INSPECTOR 1: I think it's another twenty bucks.


You may think I'm exaggerating, and maybe you're right, but I would be a lot less suspicious if they didn't earn commision for pointing out things we do wrong to their bosses.

All in all, it ended up with them leaving quietly, fancy tablet PC's tucked under arm. We'll see how it turned out tomorrow...

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