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I swear this is true. I have a friend who grew up in Brooklyn. As a favor, his uncle got him a summer job in a blintz factory. His job? Mixing the blintz batter. He leaned over a 100 gallon stainless steel tub trying to mix the batter with a wooden canoe paddle.
After 15 minutes, his arms were burning and he was sweating buckets. After 15 more minutes he was completely numb and eyeing the exits.
At that point, the owner walked by and said, "Faster, boy! Faster! Vee must haff air in the batter!"
Needless to say, he didn't finish the shift.
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