When I was in my late teens, I worked part-time at nights and weekends in a grocery store while attending university. One of my nightly tasks at the store where I worked was cleaning and preparing whole chickens and placing them end to end on spits, so they were ready for cooking the next day. Each spit held 5 whole chickens and since there were six spits, I cleaned and prepared 30 chickens each night. One evening, the night manager came into the meat room where I was working and stated, “You sure are fast at cleaning chickens.”
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