So one evening, I get a call at work. “Bob, the health depart is going to close down my café if I don’t clean the place up.” Now Gentle-Reader, I’m not sure how seriously you take your fantasy, but let’s assume that you don’t take yours quite that seriously. (Me neither.) I cocked an eyebrow, “Beloved, what are you talking about?” She answered, “Café World now makes you clean your restaurant, like those silly aquarium games. You can ask for help, or go clean your friend’s cafés.” She was speaking to herself at that point as I had in a panic pulled up my Facebook account and checked my café. Sure as heck-fire, there were stains in my beautiful café!