My Dad told us he once worked at a potato chip plant. My brothers and I were fascinated at the prospect of working at such a magical place.
“Did they let you eat any of the chips?” we asked.
“They let us eat all we wanted,” he replied.
We were completely in awe.
“They knew that after two weeks of eating all you want, you wouldn’t want to eat any more.”
That made sense, even to us.
“It was the only job I ever quit,” he said, and then he told us the rest of the story:
“Me and my twin brother were working there. I had the task of lifting 80 pound sacks of sliced potatoes and dumping them in the oil to fry. ‘Hurry up before that oil burns,’ the boss would say. Well I’d been lifting these sacks all morning, and I was pretty tired, so my brother and I switched places. The boss couldn’t tell us apart, and he wouldn’t have known if he hadn’t seen us switch.
‘You get back up there,’ he said.
‘No,’ said Dad. ‘We quit.’
“As we were walking out, I looked back and he was up there heaving those sacks of potatoes himself.
I hollered back up at him, ‘You better hurry up before that oil burns!”
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