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Busboy (75)


“Chop the onions, peel the potatoes, and brown the meat.”

“Are you sure this is meat?”

“Just do as you’re told.”

“Yes, sir. Brown meat from green, coming right up.”

The kitchen was a nightmare. Why had he ever given up the glamour of being a busboy?
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Why does he want to go back to being a busboy? Is this a restaurant kitchen? Why is the meat green? Would you call the health inspector?

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Comments

Red said…
Eww. I would be afraid the health inspector was on the board of directors. *gag*
Laurie said…
yeah, it is kind of gross isn't it.

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