Dave grunted to himself as he put the finishing touches on his pork chops before placing them in the oven. He looked at his watch and saw it was Two-Thirty in the afternoon. As per usual, he was left understaffed, with only five day people who all were gone now. The next crew would come in at Three-Thirty, and there really wasn't enough of them, either. He cursed Randy's ability to schedule people.
He walked over to pull out some stored vegetables from the fridge to use as his puree for the evening, when he saw a container of some strange looking substance marked "Unsure, 3-21-05". He rolled his eyes.
"You guys have to try stuff if you don't know what it is." Dave said to himself with a frustrated groan. He took the container out of the fridge and peeled off the plastic wrap. He didn't recognise the handwriting on the wrap, and so he took a sniff of the stuff. It didn't smell too bad, kind of a vegetable smell. He grabbed a spoon and scooped up some and put it in his mouth. Surprirsingly, it tasted pretty good. Maybe he could use it as his puree tonight instead of having to puree some saved veggies. He placed it on the counter and looked at his watch again.
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