Who was undercutting the high-end, professional service of my pre-Pesach car wash business?
The delivery would arrive tomorrow.
I sighed in relief and put my phone down. The air smelled like bleach — Tali was in full swing with the Pesach cleaning, ably aided by Claudia. Sometimes it felt like Pesach kind of happened without me. While I used to feel bad about it, I have come to terms with the fact that it comes with the territory of running a business on Erev Pesach.
An email came in; it was from the insurance company. Great. I was still waiting to hear back from the clients, though. I’d emailed all our regular customers with the yearly We’re back email, and wanted to confirm contracts and start scheduling the jobs.
“You think we can turn over the kitchen on Motzaei Shabbos? I have the grocery order coming on Sunday,” Tali asked me.
Grocery order, wow. Produce and packaged goods, almond flour and grape juice and lots and lots and lots of potatoes.
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