Definition: In this task, you are given a Reddit post as a text. Your task is to generate a title for this text. The title should start with "TIFU by", followed by a situation that caused humor. The title should contain 7-12 words, ideally.
Input: Text: this happened almost exactly 5 hours ago.

started working at chick-fil-a about 3 weeks ago, because this cfa had just opened, and since i'm able to work weekdays, i worked during grand opening. i've loved every bit of it. trainers are awesome, pay is decent, and perfect location (15 minute walk).

it was a long day at work, as i had started at 7ish. about 10 minutes before i am supposed to clock out, the shift manager says "hey cabbagio, do you mind refilling the shake mix before you head off?" i say sure, no biggie.

so the milkshake machine has two openings at the top so two people can be making milkshakes at once if it comes to that. these openings are where the mix, or "shake base" goes in, making milkshake (or ice cream. sorry, icedream).

so i go to the walk in cooler to grab some mix, but alas, i see none. however, there was a plastic container with what i thought to be mix. it was where the mix usually is so being me, i immediately grab it.

so i trek back to the dispenser, open the hatch, climb up the mighty step-ladder (it's a big machine), and start to pour, trying to get at least half of the "mix" into the batch without spilling it. once finished, i wipe the drop of nervous sweat off of my brow, and step down.

literally the moment my foot hits the floor a trainer jogs up to me and says "cabbagio, do you know what you just poured?" "shake mix?", says me.

"no, milk wash."

"?", says me.

"that's the stuff we use to wash the raw chicken before we fry it."

my heart immediately sank to the damn seven circles of hell. trainer ran to get the manager, and he looked so amazingly disappointed, i just couldn't say anything.  i start to drain the dispenser, which is roughly a 30 minute process, but one of the trainers said "don't worry about it, go on home, it's 4, you're off the clock. go to the locker to get my jacket, and go to the first register i see, clock out, and speed walk out the door. my manager's facepalm is still etched into my head.

our schedules get emailed every friday afternoon at about 4. haven't gotten an email...it's almost 9:30..

 

edit 1 - grammar. also, sorry for the essay like structure, i've typed several stories and essays, it's a habit.

TIFU by refilling the milkshake dispenser.