I had my first restaurant job at 15 and I was the cook, cashier and pm prep of a little sandwich shop. It was the job of the pm guy to slice all the meat for the next morning. I had never used a deli slicer, but managed to get buy perhaps a little dangerously.
After getting the roast beef sliced up one night I took off the guards of the deli slicer and turned on on the machine and held a wet towel to it to clean the blade. This had always worked well in the past, and it was substantially faster than doing it with the blade off. The moment I touched the towel to the rotating blade the most gorgeous girl, well endowed girl walked in with a VERY low cut shirt.
Being 15, I stared, oogled, slipped and hit my wrist to the spinning deli blade. Blood spurted with every heart beat, which was beating very fast due to the low cut shirt. I tried not to scream and cuss like a girl to no avail.
The girl helped me get to the hospital and was kind enough to lock the doors and put up a closed sign.
I forgot to tell my employer, who opened the doors the next morning to blood spurted everywhere, he must have thought a gruesome murder had transpired. Poor guy.
As for the girl, I must have scarred her off, because she never came back in.
Ahh, to be 15 again. I seldom cut myself anymore, and 15 years later, I still have a fear of deli slicers. But that little deli shop still makes some killer roast beef sandwiches.
As a note to employers, don't let teenagers touch sharp things. I sure don't and I am sure it has saved me many trips to the er.
