The Gloves Are Off

(I’ve worked at a popular fast food restaurant for almost three years and I’ve seen a lot of employees come and go. During my first few months, I got to work with this gem of a coworker. The oven is beeping loudly.)

Coworker: *pulling pies out of the oven* “Ouch!”

Manager: “What just happened? Are you okay?”

Coworker: “Yeah, it’s just these gloves don’t work! I got burned pulling the pies.”

Manager: “Gloves? You mean the oven mitts?”

Coworker: “No! The ones on the platform over there!”

(She points to the kitchen platform where we stock latex-free plastic gloves for sanitation purposes while making food on the line.)

Manager: *face-palm*

(And on another occasion when she is taking cash for the drive-thru window…)

Coworker: *turns to shout to the front* “Can someone come and take over for me?”

Manager: “No, why?”

Coworker: “This is too fast for me!”

Me: *to another worker* “There’s a reason we call it fast food…”