The last two nights I fullfilled our family obligation to work the concession stand at the little league park. I didn't really know anyone I worked with but thats not the best part. My job was the fry cook! I made that grill my bitch. I was trained by a women (grown with two kids (who are brats)), who said she worked at McDonald's, so she had experience. I later learned that she works at McDonalds which is kinda different.
So I put as much shit as I could fit on the grill and in the Frialator (yes the actual name of the deepfrier is The Frialator 2900.) I was flipping patties, grilling dogs, frying chicken, french fries, and cheese sticks. I have no idea how many half raw chicken strips I served up. And lets just say no hairnets required. (Remind me to tell the story about bleeding in the meat)
So I put as much shit as I could fit on the grill and in the Frialator (yes the actual name of the deepfrier is The Frialator 2900.) I was flipping patties, grilling dogs, frying chicken, french fries, and cheese sticks. I have no idea how many half raw chicken strips I served up. And lets just say no hairnets required. (Remind me to tell the story about bleeding in the meat)
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