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The bar that I worked in for fifteen years belonged to one brother while his other two brothers worked for him. The older brother was responsible and helped me do the ordering and scheduling while the other brother was useless. You could always count on him being drunk by the end of his shift (and sometimes before). Unfortunately, he was not very good at it. He would usually pass out where he was sitting and still be there in the morning when we came in to open.
One night, the older brother came into to close the bar and found the younger brother already passed out. This younger brother had the worse smelling feet in the world. It smelled as if something had climbed into his shoes and died. The older brother was collecting all the money from the night to lock it in the safe. This safe was built in the 1920s, so it was one of those huge, heavy ones with a dial combination that usually took several attempts to open. The older brother got a brainstorm and removed the younger brother’s shoes. He placed them in the safe right on top of the money bag.
When the owner and I arrived the next morning, the younger brother was still asleep while the other one was cleaning (he often remained in the morning to talk to the owner). When we entered the kitchen where the safe was located, we smelled something terrible. We began checking the refrigerators and coolers, thinking that some of the food had went bad. We searched for about a half hour and could not find the source of the stench.
It was almost time for the bar to open, so the owner opened up the safe. It was like a green, stinky fog rolled out of it. There sat the younger brother’s shoes, right in the middle. By this time, the older brother is rolling laughing, watching us about pass out from the smell. We managed to get the shoes out of the safe and threw them on the back patio.
The one thing that even the older brother didn’t consider was the fact that the stench would attach itself to the money. I spent the whole day dealing with money that smelled like a decomposing animal. I thought that I would never get that smell off my hands. I think that the memory of that smell will remain with me for the rest of my life.
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