TL DR I pressed a button at work and burnt ten thousand bakewell tarts.Įdit: wow! Lots of awards thank you kind people. He screamed "Well you've just burnt ten thousand bakewell tarts!!!!! "īy pressing that button it stopped everything and they stayed in the oven too long. I said yeah sorry it was an emergency because they were going on the floor. At her mother's untimely funeral, Becky Hello (a typical British millennial as imagined by Mexican writers who have never been to the UK) discovers she has inherited a fortune. I'm feeling ready to start again when some bloke starts barging towards me with steam practically coming out of his ears and swearing his head off.ĭid you press that F**king button?!?!?!? He shouted. Ten minutes later I'm all caught up and I've picked all the Bakewell tarts up. Well this is an emergency I thought and pushed the button. I noticed there was a big red button on the machine that said push in case of an emergency. I tried to hurry up and go faster but was getting panicky and before long there were at least 30 Bakewell tarts on the floor. Some of the Bakewell tarts started to fall off the end of the conveyor belt and on to the floor. Except it was really fast and after a couple of hours my arms started to ache. I was shown to a conveyor belt and basically left to my own devices.Īll I had to do was put 6 Bakewell tarts in to the packaging. It was my first day working at a local large bakery/factory. This was quite a few years ago when I was 16 years old. Obligatory not today as many of these stories are.
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