Story time.
Last year I took a culinary class in high school. It was pretty chill, we didn't really do much. Most days it we answered questions about some food network show or watched movies, and we only cooked like once a week. When we did cook, we'd sometimes have all the groups collaborate to make some big meal. One such session was Thanksgiving, in which everyone was in charge of a particular aspect of the meal. Our group was on onions.
See, we needed a lot of onions. Like, a dozen, diced up. They were meant to be shared between all 4 or 5 classes throughout the day, so that's why we need that many. Being that I was the best with a chefs knife in my group, it fell on me to murder these awful vegetables.
I get through one or two of them before I have to step outside to wipe my eyes. It wasn't too bad, but the fresh air helped. The teacher noticed and handed me these weird lab goggle looking things with foam edges. "They're meant for cutting onions," she told me. So I put them on and got to work. They sorta worked. They blocked some of the fumes, but there was still some coming in around the edges since they were loving porous foam. I get through like 6 more terror fruit before my eyes bother me enough to step away. So I took off my goggles and my eyes loving BURN. I was still too close, so I put the goggle right back on, but it's too late. The gas is inside the goggles and trapping it in with my eyes made it worse.
So now I'm back outside loving dying, tears all over my face and stuffty contaminated goggles around my neck. My shirt is practically soaked from how much my eyes are flushing out. I'm loving suffering, but there are still like 4 more onions to go. The teacher asks if I want to stop. I don't. I can't. I refuse to subject any other person to hell I have experienced. Class is almost over, but break is right after. I have 15 minutes to brave the toxic gas with no goggles and a fresh water fountain face washing. I got to work. And I finished it, eyes redder and nostrils clogged worse than I've ever felt. But it's done.
Thanksgiving is saved.
