posted on Mar, 27 2005 @ 05:46 PM
Many years ago, in a food processing plant that will go unnamed, I was working as production manager while cocktail meatballs were being produced in
my production room. The lady who was operating the meatball machine, which required her to place "clumps" meatball mix into the feeder every few
seconds, put her hand in just a little too far and it clipped off the end of her finger. It was a grisly sight, the end of her finger bone being
As you might imagine, there was considerable activity in the next hour or so getting the woman first-aid and transported to a hospital. In all the
confusion, no one was very concerned with the meatball machine or the operation and eventually the operation was resumed.
After awhile, the manager came in and asked if we had cleaned out the meatball machine. I didn't know. I wasn't in the room when the operation was
resumed. We both looked over at the large stack of boxes full of meatballs waiting to be placed in the walk-in freezer, smiled, shrugged our
shoulders and went on about our business.
We never heard another word about it.
By the way, that was thirty years ago.
[edit on 05/3/27 by GradyPhilpott]