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A while back I was working at a local carvery as a member of the full time barstaff. The place itself was a 2 minute walk away from my home and was built near a nature reserve well known for supernatural and other earthly goings on (No idea why really as it was a shithole). Many of the staff had experienced a couple of strange things happen to them but for some bizarre reason I was left alone.

One day I was called in early to help cover for one of the kitchen staff that had called in sick (one of the downsides of living on your works doorstep). The only blokes in the kitchen that morning were two lazy sods that would spend most the day sat outside the back door smoking god knows what, something that they continued to do when I walked through the door. I thought that I was just going to wash pots but these guys expected me to do food prep and cooking aswell.

They were constantly taking the piss out of my attempts to make a decent breakfast for a couple of guests when I finally snapped. I picked up the nearest object (which happened to be the pan I was using to do the bacon in) and threw it straight at the head chefs fat face. Sadly it missed and flew over his head and into the nature reserve.

People were talking about the unidentified frying object for weeks to come.
(mon bison powered by magnets, Mon 7 Jul 2008, 14:49, Reply)