Window Fettish?

I don't care if the entire meal center had been depleted, and the cooler was dying, and the fryer was flooding over, and the roasted chickens weren't cooked yet but needed to be, and we had thirty customers in line--

The assistant store director would still get on us about the display windows being dirty! Because, I swear, in his youth something tragic happened in relation to a glass window being dirty.

Now he's obsessed. Tell me, Josh, if the world was ending would I still have to clean the windows?