Finger Flavor

(I am recently hired at a popular burger chain. I’m doing dishes and washing a vegetable cutter in the same fashion I’d watched another employee wash it a few days prior. I end up cutting myself on it but decide not to go to the hospital for treatment because it isn’t a serious wound. A while later, after I can bandage it, I’m back out on lobby, sweeping. We have a new shake mix that is a very red color. I don’t realize until later that someone dripped some of it leading away from the sink to the break area.)

Coworker #1: “Is that blood?”

Coworker #2: “I really don’t think that’s blood.”

Coworker #1: “I know a girl cut her hand earlier.”

Coworker #3: “OH, MY GOD! SHE CUT HER FINGER OFF!”