10/09/2003 05:15:22 PM|||Travis|||

One Tight Ship.

As I was at club Avalon this weekend, I saw a man that might have been the best worker I have seen to date. He worked in, of all places, the bathroom. But when you got close enough to see the guy, you knew that he was much more than your average bathroom attendent.

At around 6' 6", the guy was a monster. Big, black and burly. Secondly, he was hugging and touching most of the guys after they left, showing many signs of afffection (such as hand shakes and hardy back slaps, etc). Instantly you thought- what the hell is with this guy?

Sure, the drug culture of the club scene in LA enivitably leaves more than a few souls floored to the max off of mind candy such as Ecxtasy, which really lets people open up. But it was more.

He had one arm in front of the door, so only the right amount of people could come inside. Each person was greated and looked in the eye, and then allowed to enter once there was room. Gone was the unordered choas and filth that you see in ordinary bathrooms. This was one tight ship. You felt comfortable at the stall, instead of clostrophobic, like in ordinary club bathrooms.

And once you were finished, he even performed magic. As I washed my hands, a paper towel literally appeared in my hands as soon as I started to look around for it. He waited just a second, so I could wonder where the hell the dispenser was, and then BAM- it appears with a start right in front of you, with his arm going inbetween yours but not touching it.

His tip jar was full, and for good reason. Here was someone that I would consider successful in their own field. Rather than striving for medicracy, this bathroom keeper ran a DAMN tight ship.

I'll never forget it.

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