Henry

I was fully trained.

I wouldn't be on noodle duty, Denny.

Noodle duty for me.

I was fully trained on how to make the wheat noodles.

And on the day I was scheduled to make the egg noodles for the first time, my coworker pointed to a sign on the wall that said, there's the instructions, have fun.

The egg noodle dough was a completely different consistency from the wheat noodles.

The dough was stickier, thicker, a little harder to work with.

Okay.

I mixed all the ingredients and then I transferred my dough to the mixer to start mixing it.

When the dough was all mixed, I set the mixer to the lowest possible speed, removed the plate to the bottom of the basin, and then I did it.

I stuck my hand into the mixer while it was running to help push the sticky dough into the container on the bottom.

Don't even put a stick in there, man.

No.

I am not a smart woman.

She wrote this.

She wrote that.

The whole thing happened in slow motion.

I don't know how I wasn't fast enough to remove my arm in time, but I watched in detached wonder one of the spikes move closer and closer to my right arm until it started touching the skin.

Then it kept going and going.

I remember thinking, wow, that's going to be a huge bruise.