In the Sauce

I worked for a period of time at the local McDonald's so we could keep putting food on the table. I split time between kitchen duty and maintenance. A new limited-time sandwich had been introduced with its own kind of sauce. I spotted the new condiment bottle and immediately asked the young lady working with me that shift what kind of sauce it was. I do need to know these things if I'm to do my job correctly. Happy to help, she grabbed the squeeze bottle just a bit too hard when she picked it up and launched a little glob of sauce that landed perfectly centred between her eyebrows. I could not look at her during her explanation. 

One of my duties on maintenance was cleaning the ceilings. Once in a while, some of our teenage customers would smack a ketchup packet and get some on the ceiling. That was rare. What wasn't rare was blobs of Big Mac sauce and McChicken sauce ending up on the kitchen ceiling. I had to ask the guys how on earth that was happening. We had special dispensers that looked like stubby caulking guns for those sauces. A squeeze of the trigger will give you a perfectly measured amount for the sandwich in question. What I didn't know was that if you drop one on the floor and it lands on the pin, it will fire a generous glob of sauce with considerable force. I didn't see anyone do it, but in a fast-paced environment, it was only a matter of time. I was hurrying to keep up with a flurry of orders with only one other person in the kitchen with me. The McChicken sauce gun got away on me. When it hit the floor, it fired a stream of sauce that left a stripe on my partner, from his McDonald's cap down his shirt and pants all the way to one of his shoes. Nothing hit the ceiling, and nothing ended up on the floor.