Skanky Scotsman
I used to work in the catering department of a super posh public school, being basically a dinner lady-man (so I had to serve and clean up after the snooty snots), and being one of the few members of staff that didn't live in provided occupation on campus.
Anyway, there was a particularly smelly KP, whose job it was to thoroughly scrub the pans the uber dishwasher couldn't handle. Once there was a busy day, and he came in for the tenth time mumbling and grumbling about how us FSAs (Food Service Assistants) couldn't wash our way out of a paper bag, and proceeded to show us how to correctly clean things, for the next half an hour (while all our work piled up in the form of several hundred trays of dinner).
The next time I was in everyone was laughing quietly in the staff room. It turns out that this KP, after giving us many tortuous minutes on how to correctly clean things, had given his dirty sheets to the laundry department to clean. Unfortunately (for them) he'd left in a pair of ripped, soggy, skid-stained, once-white, now-brown Y-fronts. They rank. Apparantly the laundress needed to use rubber gloves and a long pole to take them out to the skip.
This is not the kind of person that I want to be told how to keep things clean from...

Still thrilled about being second :)
( jme, Thu 12 May 2005, 9:59, Reply)