Quaid and the thousand dollar staircase. [1]

It was a busy weekend evening, the concert of a popular musician across the road at the Palais Theatre. Maccas was hopping. Sales were sitting around $700 per hour at around 11:00PM (very busy) just before the concert was set to finish and release 1000's of hungry, drunken people upon us. At 11:30 the kitchen called to Quaid to get him to help us. Nowhere could he be found. After about ten minutes we located him. He was busy mopping the stairs that lead to the basement. A highly stupid task to do while the kitchen needs help with cooking food (a primary task). At least we know what he was doing. Mostly he just disappears without a trace. Edit: This post has been extended.Part 2 by Che Aleko.