“At this point, they were all looking at each other in disbelief, and out of sheer frustration, in unison they yelled, ‘THAT'S AN OMELET.’
She rolled her eyes, sighed, and took the plate away.” -- Nora Dobler
The dangers of hot sauce
“For a brief time in Florida, I was working at a semi-fast Tex-Mex restaurant that had a hot sauce bar at all locations. We had sauces that ranged from the not hot at all ‘sweet chili’ to a trademark named one that was basically designed to reduce your ability to breathe for the rest of the day and then pray to the gods to make it end.
“I was a ‘shift lead,’ which was a bullshit name for being an assistant manager, but only for $0.50/hr more over minimum wage than the BOH staff. So, I had a little authority to assign the side work and/or handle red tickets. On one very slow day, and with the GM picking up supplies, I assigned a newbie who was a total asshat (he was douchey in general, but was especially so to the FOH girls) to clean the sauce bar and then to take his break. There was a very, VERY specific, but simple, protocol for handling the sauces. Since asshat newbie had just finished the training for such, I assumed he would remember the basic steps to cleaning and QC'ing the sauces. I was very wrong.