Some of the plates at work are really hot. Instead of burning their hands, most of the servers stow small hot pads in their aprons for carrying the smoldering dishes.
I learned this the hard way.
After multiple blisters from scorching chicken finger baskets and fiery bowls of pasta, I decided I had better locate some hot pads. And stat.
My mother enjoys sewing/quilting, so instead of spending my hard earned wages on work-related accessories, I asked her if she could make me some.
Me: Hey mom? Could you maybe make me some hot pads? I need them for work- some of the plates get really hot.
Mom: Yeah! I have some extra camo material that would be perfect.
Me: ...nevermind.
