The other week at the (Thai) restaurant where I now work, this (chubby-cheeked) (young-looking) (six foot-ish) (blonde) guy with a (splotchily grown-in) (short) (fluffy) beard and vaguely home remodelling-like equipment thrown over his shoulders came in through the door a bit after the lunch rush, and he said he was from the health department and had come in for a surprise check, and was the owner there.
And, he proceeded to go in back and get something like a thermometer out of his equipment, and he started checking the temperatures of all of the various bins of chopped food that were waiting for the food assemblage, before it was fried.
("Looks good!", he kept saying, as he drew the thermometer out of one bin and went to go put it in another one.)
Right away while he was busy in the kitchen, then, I took a bit of water from the coffee pot where we keep warm water for tea, and dumped it all over the residual ice in the hand-washing sink from us dumping drinks in it after we bus them.
I also didn't bring back my washed-out reused takeout container from home for my staff meal, but rather had the cook just plate it fresh into new styrofoam directly off the stove.
By the time that was ready, I just grabbed it and clocked out and quietly exited, as he was coming out front to where we are, to check how things are done out there.
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