Christmas comes early at the Grille. We have a brand new (powerful) triple-headed, Hamilton Beach milkshake machine bringing our current working total up to five mixers. Of course, the rate-limiting step is still the rate at which milkshakes can be scooped. but this makes possible a mechanical efficiency when multiple employees coordinate tasks.
Two hours of quiet. No milkshakes ordered and I was left doing random prep in the short interval. The rush didn’t come until 11:30 and didn’t let up. Thirty shakes in a straight line. All the mixers were occupied. And my hands, holding the cup, were frozen as the cold steel developed frost.
I didn’t know it, but I was losing grip. The cup slipped axially. Static friction was overcome. It started to spin on its frost-covered base. Luscious chocolate milkshake with centrifugal force escaped the cup in all directions as the colloid was forced up the side of the container.
It was like a Cocoa Puffs commercial. I ended up with a line of brown across my apron and shirt. I looked like I had been slashed across the chest by a chocolate ninja. Everything else in the plane perpendicular to the rim of the cup was also splattered. Including Hope, standing nearby.
*Secretly grins from 200 miles away*
*Cough* My assassination attempt seems to have failed.
flaw: no period at the end of the first paragraph
^ Grammar Nazi. ^
I find chocolate ninja’s effectiveness decrease at about 80F, as they become increasingly viscous.
You mean decreasingly viscous.
^Chem Nazi^
I’ve done that before… It sucks, especially when you’re in a rush…
Thanks for mentioning me in the post. The chocolate ninja tried slashing me too.