Dirty Towels of Doom

Back in the Dark Ages when I was in college, I worked in a campus cafeteria. One day, after a particularly low health inspection and deservedly low score, an edict came down from Management: Thou Must Clean Better Starting Now. Fair enough. The cafeteria was messy, especially the ice cream machine, which had a drip pan that could grow mold faster than a bag of week-old bread.

But on the same day, another edict came from Management: Thou Shall Use Only One Towel Per Shift. Towels were a...