Bruce worked in a Restaurant
When I was a teenager, my parents ran a restaurant. I was one of the dishwashers. What a wonderful soaking wet job. I spent the next 5 summers with my jeans totally soaked.
As soon as I arrived, there would be a pile of dirty dishes, so I would rinse them off with a sprayer, with the dish deflecting the water to my jeans. In less than five minutes, the front of my jeans and T-shirt was totally soaked.
Sometimes I wore a jean shirt with long sleeves, so I would fill the pots and pans sink up to the brim with water and place a number of dirty pots in the water at the bottom, so I would have to reach down to the bottom to retreive them, soaking my shirt sleeve to the armpit. Then I would bring the pot to the surface with it full of water, place the pot against my stomach and vigorously scrub it out with water heading down my shirt and jeans.
Often I would have to take the mats out of the dishwashing room and hose them off. This was another soaking wet adventure.
There was a river between our house and the restaurant, so often I would walk in the river to get to the restaurant, thereby arriving totally soaked. The waitresses, (who are still friends of mine), could not believe how soaked I was at all times.
Sometimes, my mother would ask me to clear tables, so I would put an apron over my soaking wet jeans attire, and head out to do that, but generally I was in my dishwashing room. I also did the lawn at the restaurant, always in completely soaked jeans.
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