As I was rinsing some 10lbs worth of overcooked meat, or chili meat while listening to various customer's squeaky voices ordering junior bacon hamburgers, I secretly loathed the fast food industry and the mass slaughter of thousands of cattle daily for our complacence. I'm all for eating a nice home-cooked steak once in awhile, but as I was flipping each piece of greying carcass, burnt in places, squirting it down with cool water, I quite hypocritcally could not understand the point. But later, the grease seemed to coagulate off the back of my neck just as seemlessly as the dissonance. Why am I being hypcritical, especially if I'm a meatatarian?
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