Following a violent encounter the evening before in which they were separated from an avian torso at knifepoint, a pair of turkey thighs hit a new low. When the plate they were resting in was jostled by an overweight sous chef walking past, the thighs fell three and a half feet down onto the grimy red tiles of the greasy spoon’s kitchen, below. Due to their meaty heft, the thighs hit with such force that they threw up twin plumes of gravy, some of which entered a nearby storage cabinet, soiling the clean plates stacked therein. “Ah man, would you look at that,” said Thomassina Morninggale, a nearby diner. “Two perfectly good turk legs, ruined.” Without additional fanfare, the on-duty dishwasher bent down, scooped up the tainted meat, wiped up the residual gravies, and went back to work. ‘Daggone it,’ he thought; ‘I was looking forward to eating those.’
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