OT but related:
one night at my last club, we have a ladies' room problem. normally, i'd send the busser in, but he was so busy that i just couldn't spare him on the floor. in addition, i have a policy that i'll never ask an employee to do something that i wouldn't do myself, so i decided to take care of it.
well, in the last stall (and it is always the last stall) there is a pretty hefty floater, which won't flush due to the champagne glass stuck waaaaaaay down there. so suit coat off, sleeves rolled up, and wearing the dishwashing gloves that i keep for just such an occasion, i fish out the glass and assorted junk and get things working again.
now here's the funny part. as i'm relating this story in our GM/owner meeting, the mgr of our other location gives me a strange look. when i ask him why, he shows us his notes. #6 was...
"buy gloves."