Recently the boss decided to add a new type of wine to the wine list. When the new wine arrived it occurred to me that something was wrong. Instead of ten bottles they sent ten cases. Each case had ten bottles. I immediately called the boss. He said just to put it in the walk-in until he could fix it. Well, two weeks and four broken toes later, I had to do something about it. Frankly I was tired of tripping on it, and I was running out of lies to tell the drunken cook. He could smell it. I told him it was red wine vinegar. Then I was hit by the memory of the Christmas party three years ago. The cook smelled like vinegar until the fourth of July. So, now I had to think of something quick. As he ran to the walk-in I stuck out my foot and tripped him. He fell into a box of fly paper. He had to go to the hospital to have it removed. It took off all his skin. Now he has to stay wrapped in bandages for six weeks. I went to see him and said I was sorry. Instead he thanked me for giving him a good excuse to take Morphine.