05-16-2007, 07:47 PM
I looked at the order monitor. Three large fries. I pulled a basket out of the frier and poured the sizzling fries into a metal bin. Then, I filled three large fry containers. When I put the basket down, a waterfall of the oil fell on me. I screamed and looked at my arm. A good millimeter of skin had been ripped away, and there was a steaming sore. I held back tears. This was the third time it happened.
My friend, Brazil, saw my pain and took my place. I walked into the employee break room and filled a bag with ice. When I set it on the sore, it sent cold, painful chills up my arm.