I think that in a former life, your manager was my manager at the Pizza Hut I worked in for three days. He actually spread pasta sauce on the wall, told me to leave it there for an hour and then try to cean it, cause he wanted me to see how difficult it would be. Man, I get it; I wasn't an idiot. I had to pay for theat checkered shirt, too, and had to keep it when I quit. Fun times.