Back when I was in High School, I worked for a local Sports Card and Comic book shop in Yonkers, New York called “NeW York Sports Fan”. When I started there, I was pretty much in the position Bernard was in now, with little to do at first EXCEPT clean up.
In the first few days, It certainly seemed that I had somehow generated an invisible layer of window cleaner on my fingers that I coldn’t wash off, because I really DID stop leaving fingerprints on the glass counter. Little did I realize the criminal possibilities and I kept working in the comic shop. What a dope!
