The weirdest thing about running a restaurant is how much time you spend dealing with a million horrible things that have nothing at all to do with cooking. The day before yesterday I was wondering why my laundry company hadn't made a delivery of any dish towels, chef's jackets or any of my other linens, so I called them.
"Sorry," they told me. "Your laundry is on fire."
"One of our dryers caught on fire and it burned up all your laundry."
So my laundry died in a fire? I've worked in restaurants for over ten years and it's nice to know that I can still be surprised.