The uniform got washed, but the head........
We used to, umm... "smoke things" in the head of that thing when we got the late shift. That smell never went away, so you were kind of Paying It Forward for the next guy.
There was no employee bathroom, so we had to go in the public restroom. Nothing beat the time my friend had the runs while dressed as Chuckie. Kids could see the feet under the stall, and kept calling his name, only to hear, "Get the hell outta here kids, Chuckie is takin a shit""
I remember the look on the manager's face that night as a parent was telling him about this. Priceless