Best laid plans
Sam Dunderbak was never one to take it easy. He was on the run from sun up to sun down. By the time he drove to his shop in the morning, he had most of his day planned out, hour by hour. First at 5 am, he would check in the delivery of beef and pork from the slaughterhouse. By 6am, the poultry from the Amish farm would arrive. By seven o'clock, the fish distributor will have arrived. The ice truck would be there by 7:30.
As he waited for his vendors to deliver, so he wouldn't waste a second, Sam would cut some prime steaks. He trimmed the fat and threw the trimmings into the hopper of the meat grinder. Later in the morning, the trimmed pieces would be added to the tougher cuts to become hamburger. As Sam was taking a second case of beef from the walk-in refrigerator, he bumped the meat grinder switch “on”. Because the lid was open, it sent trimmings flying. One of the globs of fat hit him in the eye. He dropped the case of beef onto his foot. Cursing and hopping around in pain, Sam slipped on some of the fat and backed into the grinder, getting a little behind in his work.
As he waited for his vendors to deliver, so he wouldn't waste a second, Sam would cut some prime steaks. He trimmed the fat and threw the trimmings into the hopper of the meat grinder. Later in the morning, the trimmed pieces would be added to the tougher cuts to become hamburger. As Sam was taking a second case of beef from the walk-in refrigerator, he bumped the meat grinder switch “on”. Because the lid was open, it sent trimmings flying. One of the globs of fat hit him in the eye. He dropped the case of beef onto his foot. Cursing and hopping around in pain, Sam slipped on some of the fat and backed into the grinder, getting a little behind in his work.