Right out of college I worked on the salad bar at Wendy's, back when they had a salad bar sitting out for everyone to help themselves. We carried up to 3 crocks of stuff, salad dressing, whatnot, on a constantly wet floor, walking into a cold refrigerator and weren't allowed to wear long sleeves. One time I fell down a slick ramp and a crock of chickpeas fell on me, and beets and almost threw out my back. I always went home smelling of salad dressing. I HATED it.
