For a brief time, my older brother and I both worked at the same Pizza Hut. The woman who ran the place was smart enough to avoid having the two of us work together unsupervised if she could at all help it.
I remember one time my brother and I were the only people in the kitchen, and one waitress was out front, tending to the customers and maintaining a safe distance from our idiocy. My older brother made himself a pizza with a solid base of red pepper flakes between the crust and the sauce, and another layer between the sauce and the cheese. That’s how I know that a person’s taste buds can turn white and fall off.