A pimply, greasy, meth smoking teen jerked off into my the cheese sauce. Or at least bragged about it to one of the co-workers.

Needless to say we had to dump the batch. As if they wasn’t bad enough, when we dumped it, the bottom was caked in some kind of disgusting mold. It had probably been weeks or months since it had been emptied or cleaned

I worked a couple fast food jobs in college. Trust me when I say, you shouldn’t eat fast food.

There was an incident with the cheese sauce when I worked at Arby’s. I have not had any processed cheese sauce from any restaurant since.

My aunt in Canada has had 2 hip replacements. And while she did have to wait, which is worse: waiting and not being in crushing medical debt? Or waiting a bit and having almost no costs?