The Mediterranean station moves to the North Pole
Some of you might not know that we clean the truck every night. Cleaning the truck is a process. It’s one of the first things you learn when you start working here, and it’s actually pretty fun, if you enjoy solitude and blasting Top 40 on the radio (like I do). Everything comes out. Every surface (counters, sandwich stations, oven, fryer) gets scrubbed with a brush and soapy water, dried, and sanitized. Floors are swept and mopped.
Last Friday it was 19 degrees during dinner. Some of you might have seen Brian, Bobby and I keeping warm with Clover hot cider that night. When it came time to clean the truck, I naively dipped my brush in soapy water and started scrubbing. I turned around to grab a wet rag. All the soapy suds on the stainless steel had turned to ice. I tried to clean the windows, but the blue window spray turned to ice on contact.
Then it started to snow.
We figured if we mopped, Clover would become a mobile ice rink. Luckily it was a Friday, and we came on Sunday afternoon to finish. We’ve been working on ways to keep us – and the truck warm as the temperature dips below freezing, like space heaters and long underwear (the kind skiers wear).