When I was in College, I worked at a McDonald’s in Maryland in the summer of 1986. I occasionally worked the french fry machines, and the lard — yes, we used lard at the time — would pop and occasionally get on my skin and burn it. Then, when I reached under the warming light to get fries for somebody, the warming light would burn the area all over again.
Worked Mickey D’s in 1975 (paper hat and barber shirt days) and hit my forearm on a fry basket that had just been pulled from the vat. Had the grid pattern “branded” on me for a couple weeks.
The beef tallow and lard fries were the best. About the only thing I would want to eat after a shift at that station.
Did you have dirty tricks to play on a-hole customers? Ours were not breaking the yolk on the egg Mac Muffin (shirt killer) and cooking an apple pie in the filet-o-fish vat.