I Done Goofed. Poem by Jeff Taylor

I had an experience tonight. At the end of my shift in the kitchen, a woman called in a asked me to make her 5 pork tenderloins. I was trying to clean up and get out of there, and in my haste I failed to wear gloves while I threw her fritters in the fryer. Sure enough, when I came out of the back room, I heard her complaining to the my co-worker that I had been touching stuff without gloves on. There is more in this poem than that, but the gist of it is that sometimes, we just don't think.