I used to work the opening shift in a bagel shop. Most mornings I'd unlock the door, and there they'd be, ham and swiss sandwiches running amok over counter and chair! There were dozens of them, and only one of me. After much running around, brandishing of serrated knives and threats of trips through the broiler, I'd finally get all those little buggers rounded up, mastered, just in time to open shop!
I'm just glad I didn't have to squeeze the orangutans!
