Health Inspection

So the Health Inspector showed up today, and made us take pics of him. He was quite a character, and well, here's the opening pic he made us take several times till he got the pose right. Here he is.
Interesting fellow, who immediately went on the prowl. Bypassing the boiling vat of fat and lard we use as a sorry excuse for fryer we use for fries, he went looking for rats. Unfortunately for him, our desert chef Charlie, was also on the prowl, for a burger. Brad tripped over a broom, which had been laying there for several days, and slammed his head on a counter. Falling down, his head landed in the burger. Charlie, non plussed, went for a bit, and well...
Yeah, it was bad. We quickly had to switch out Brad's head for a real burger, which had been sitting on the floor for so long that some strange green mold was growing over it. Charlie doesn't mind, the man's stomach is made of metal. So then Brad starting clucking like a rat, to attract other rats. This kinda worked, but instead of rats he started to attract the homeless man that lives in our freezer. It was weird, but reminded me of a movie I once saw.
After we manage to subdue the homeless man, and drop him off on the other side of the river where we knew he wouldn't be able to swim back across and show up one day, we resumed the inspection. Brad, in his mindless quest for rats, finally found one. But, well, it wasn't a normal rat, so he flipped out, and screamed.

Like a little girl.
My Fry Cook saved our life, James Mitchell. The man came out of nowhere, wielding his patented Spatula of Doom, and stunned the Mole Man long enough for Brad to escape. I thought for sure he was going to fail us, but instead, he took one look at Mitchell, and grabbed him. They walked off together, well, Brad was walking and dragging Mitchell with him. A few hours later I saw a letter in the mail box, it was a postcard with a strange looking Brad, and a very distressed looking Mitchell. There was also a letter saying that we pass the inspection, and that he was coming to the Grand Opening. I smiled, dropped the letter in a vat of chili, I forget which one, and screamed at Charlie for coughing in the nearest truffle. It was an interesting day at the shack today, that's for sure.