This is how we’d transition from regular members of the public to servers of fine foods behind an upmarket fresh food counter. We’d been trained to go up to the changing rooms, stash our civilian clothes into lockers, don our service outfits, shave ourselves, pluck our nails, steam our faces, step into the decontamination shower, well that is a lie but you get the idea. Really we would rock up straight to the counter dead on starting time. Hide behind a wall where the management grunts wouldn’t see and take off a jacket revealing the fully or near fully dressed outfit, straighten tie, wash hands and good to go, serving our first customer at 30 seconds past the hour.
