So Stephen (you remember Stephen?) he was once even younger, and when he was younger he was, as is the way, more junior, and he wasn’t a restaurant manager at all but instead a busboy on the Princess Something, a Canadian Pacific cruise ship/ferry crossbreed cruising between Victoria and Seattle.
And CP, they had standards. In fact, they could be said to have standards the way the SS could be said to have been strict-ish. And one of their standards was that, by the time they docked in Seattle, every piece of cutlery and every piece of china aboard would have been washed and dried to perfection, regardless of time pressures, or staff would be fired.
And it always was.
And many were the evenings, pulling into port, that Stephen spent at the stern of the ship, gleefully tossing aft the plates that they didn’t have the extra 15 minutes to wash. Puget Sound is lined with CP china and silver flatware, should you ever feel like taking a diving vacation.
raincoaster 
What, no china enthusiasts on this blog? Jeez!
I am still traumatized by the falling china. Now you toss china o’ the depths at me. I worked in the food industry at a young age. When I swear at people in traffic I still call them Sir. Tossing the boss’s china — I need smelling salts now.
Not boat, for God’s sake. SHIP!
But you could thank me for the tip. With eBay nowadays, that china’s got to be worth something. Feel like taking a diving vacation?
Absolutely but we had better sell the stuff in Canada the dollar is dropping too fast to sell off in the Stripes.
True enough. And it never actually LANDED in the US, so I suppose it’s not technically smuggling to bring it back into Canuckistan.
It is salvage. Rules o’ the sea.
Are we pirates, then, or privateers?
We are treasure hunters with breasts. No power in the verse can stop us.
True. Now I just have to hit the gym till I’m rocking that Ursula Andress in a wetsuit look.