It's Sticky to Rock A Rhyme

The woman who restocks the Band-Aids in the kitchen first aid kit, came into work the other day. I love how many random jobs exist to keep this crazy world a'turnin. We have a whole cast of characters that come into the hotel at different times to "work" and we've affectionately named them all.
There's 'Tea Guy,' who comes in, looks at the tea, and then leaves. (ha. leaves). we've actually made up a song about him. The hook goes, "Just when you think your job sucks, Tea Guy comes, and you feel good."
There's 'Greasy Hands', a man who will show up from time to time to look under an oven or dishwasher, make coffee for himself and then head out. The thing is, we have hotel engineers to do this -- he's not one of them. We figure he found out that laying under machines for 3 minutes is a good way to get free coffee.
And monthly, there's a pest elimination crew, 'Da Crew' that comes in to spray everything. The spraying takes place after everyone has gone home, but the guys come in to wrap everything in plastic hours before hand. "Um could you hold off for a minute, we're actually using all this stuff." "Nope, gotta wrap it now." So we let them do it and then just rip it all off when they leave. It's like christmas morning, every time they come. "WHOA! and industrial freezer!! how'd you know??"
I'm not sure how Band-Aid Lady is compensated, but give me a box of j&j's and I can restock that shizz. But I guess I would be lacking the passion that she displays. Each time she comes in, we're stuck listening to her rant about different products for at least 20 minutes. This time, it was an impassioned speech about the stickiness of the Band-Aids we've been using. She held one in each hand, an original, and a new one, and moving her index fingers on and off the bandages, conducted the highly scientific industry test of stickiness.
"I'm testing them right now, and you know? I can't tell a difference."
Oh, and I should mention, Band-Aid Lady is crazy.
This is a true slice of her description of the new Band-Aid she was putting in the kit.
"Well, the flesh-tone are stickier. Everyone knows that. But in a kitchen, you need the blue, that's a rule."
"Oh, yea, i guess that makes sense."
"Well it's because they have metal detectors in them. So if you're using a knife or get too close to say, a mixer, or something, it has sensors that let you know. I don't know if you've ever tried one on and stood next to metal, but they'll let you know. Trust me."
To which Erik goes, "We're still talking about Band-Aids, right?"
Well played.
And Band-Aid Lady goes, "Well the chef up here complained that the old one's weren't sticky enough. So have him try these out today."
So Erik says, "Yea, and if he doesn't need one, we'll cut him so he's forced to try one."
And BAL nodded a few sharp nods, like it was a solid plan. "OK, good. Thank You."
I'm just constantly amazed by people.