It looks super silly, but speaking as someone who had to do something similar at Taco Bell, yes, that really is what you’re supposed to do.
In my case, I was bending over to get sauce packets out of a box while someone else was trying to bag a Grilled Stuft Nacho, which was a horribly-designed product. The GSN slipped off their spatula and hit the floor and exploded in my face—and these products, if you’re not old enough to remember them, were full of both nacho cheese and sour cream that had just been heated up on the grill.
The only sink in the store low enough for me to bend over to rinse 180-degree nacho cheese out of my eyes was our handwashing sink, and this was in a tiny little niche big enough for one person.
So for the next two minutes, people in drive-thru were treated to the sight of my assistant manager and I pressed groin-to-ass with me bent over the sink, because it was the only way we could both fit so I could hold my eye open while she poured water over my face. I’m sure from behind it looked very silly and suggestive, but it certainly didn’t feel that way if you were one of the two of us at the sink. I was in pain and afraid because I didn’t know how much damage a burn could do to my eye. My ASM was worried because when someone screams and then yells “it’s in my eye” and goes running for the sink, and then yells “help me,” well.
So yeah! It looks ridiculous and porny in the video, but I guarantee in a real chemical spill that would be the last thing on these gentlemen’s minds.
If you are in a chemical spill, you want your clothes off NOW. Clothing and textile fibers will absorb and hang onto the chemicals and keep them pressed against your skin. Or they’ll have a reaction and do shit like heat up the metal or melt the plastic elements of your fasteners. You do not want that.
Clothes come off ASAP and if there is someone around, they should help you yeet the clothes.
It looks super silly, but speaking as someone who had to do something similar at Taco Bell, yes, that really is what you’re supposed to do.
In my case, I was bending over to get sauce packets out of a box while someone else was trying to bag a Grilled Stuft Nacho, which was a horribly-designed product. The GSN slipped off their spatula and hit the floor and exploded in my face—and these products, if you’re not old enough to remember them, were full of both nacho cheese and sour cream that had just been heated up on the grill.
The only sink in the store low enough for me to bend over to rinse 180-degree nacho cheese out of my eyes was our handwashing sink, and this was in a tiny little niche big enough for one person.
So for the next two minutes, people in drive-thru were treated to the sight of my assistant manager and I pressed groin-to-ass with me bent over the sink, because it was the only way we could both fit so I could hold my eye open while she poured water over my face. I’m sure from behind it looked very silly and suggestive, but it certainly didn’t feel that way if you were one of the two of us at the sink. I was in pain and afraid because I didn’t know how much damage a burn could do to my eye. My ASM was worried because when someone screams and then yells “it’s in my eye” and goes running for the sink, and then yells “help me,” well.
So yeah! It looks ridiculous and porny in the video, but I guarantee in a real chemical spill that would be the last thing on these gentlemen’s minds.
If you are in a chemical spill, you want your clothes off NOW. Clothing and textile fibers will absorb and hang onto the chemicals and keep them pressed against your skin. Or they’ll have a reaction and do shit like heat up the metal or melt the plastic elements of your fasteners. You do not want that.
Clothes come off ASAP and if there is someone around, they should help you yeet the clothes.
As previously mentioned, I am very happily a parental figure to two kids that I played no part in conceiving, which means for those keeping score that I got to jump straight from Maiden to Crone in something of an accelerated program.
Anyway, these kids are semi-obviously not my biological progeny in that they have their dad’s spectacular eyebrows that I covet every day while I am resentfully drawing mine on, and their gorgeous, ethereal, very very very blonde hair from their mom’s side.
So like, we’re walking the kids through the grocery store parking lot to buy dinner the other day, and a woman stops in the crosswalk to look at me, look at my boyfriend, look at the kids, and then loudly ask “WHERE’D THAT BLONDE COME FROM?”
And I’m just like momentarily frozen, like, do I have to explain to this biddy “hey yeah these aren’t my biological kids but they are my boyfriend’s, but rest assured that the divorce was extremely amicable and also i’m a solid stable fixture in their life and they actually take after their mom’s family-“
and then my boyfriend, (who is for the record a fucking stud) eliminated all that worry by saying (very sexily and without breaking his stride in the least):
“The mailman.”
and ooooooooo her indignant faaaaaace i love him so much
Hired a moving company and they sent four strong, strapping, beautiful lads to my house to disassemble my furniture and move all my things. I loved them. I got them pizza. They told me moving company gossip. I missed them one minute after they left. My moving lads. Come back to me. You’re so strong and so well trained in safe lifting
I miss my moving men they took such good care of me and they were so handsome and beautiful and strong and efficient and they wrapped all my furniture up in plastic and they loved that I got pizza for them and they knew how to safely drive the big big truck. Come back to me moving men
Moving men please come move me in your big strong arms in a way that complies with local safety regulations and the company’s values
One of the men had a dangling earring and a stud, so I told him I liked his earrings. So he told me about how when he first got his ears pierced, he lost a stud and had to borrow an earring from his girlfriend to keep the hole from closing up. Well the only one she had to lend him was a dangling pink fuzzy duck. And everyone made fun of him for wearing it until they realized he didn’t give a fuck what they thought. So now he always wears one stud and one dangling earring.
He told me this story while manhandling my entire couch. And I’m supposed to be normal about this? I’m bisexual
I really will never forgive you guys for letting terfs win by saying anything feminist is ‘terfy’. You realize that was the point right. That terfs want women left with nowhere to go but radical feminism. You realize that. Right.
And it alienates trans women from participating in feminism when you teach them that women’s activism is Not For Them and inherently trans exclusionary
amhrancas 