Thanks to Kurt, the King of Terrible.

 

My first serving job was at a now defunct restaurant chain, The Good Earth.
The money was terrible, the food was beige and bland and the whole place had this funky cleaning solution/curry-ish smell that attached itself to your jeans and was superhero impervious to any type of laundry detergent.
I don’t think they even served curry-so there is THAT mystery.
My General Manager at the time was Kurt. He was a tall, lanky man who always looked like he wished he were somewhere else, he wore the same pair of pants everyday and grimaced when he attempted a smile, which wasn’t often. More