Dish Washer 2: Return Of The Dish Washer

Yep, at work today I was washing dishes. I'm in the back where nobody really talks to me and I'm, for the most part, left alone to do as I please.....within reason. It is fairly quiet in the backroom and usually boring. Somebody brings back whipcream containers to be washed then refilled. So anway, I learned pretty quick one day that you need to double check to make sure all the pressure is out of the containers before you take the lid off, otherwise whipcream oozes all over your hand, which is still really fun and a great joke to pull on new employees especially when they start freaking out like they'll get fired for such an awful mistake. Anyway, to my surprise the lady brought back a full container......So when I pulled the trigger it shot out into the sink and my jaw dropped. Joy filled my heart. I thought to myself "I wonder how much is in this thing......I wonder....." and I started spraying it all over my arm. Oh yeah, enough whip cream to completely cover my arm from the elbow down, and then some. I was interrupted by a guy tossing spoons into my sink saying with each toss "Mad Bomber! Mad Bomber! Mad Bomber!" then he walks back out to the front. I shot a what-the-heck kind of look at his back and said "pfft! What a wierdo!" Then as I was turning back around I noticed my manager overheard what I said and had the same look on her face too. Then a nice loud PLOP came from my arm and I realized why she was standing there staring at me. I dunked my arm into the dishwater acting like nothing happened. She quietly walked away.