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Today the young man was assigned to the "NK:s".It basically meant the final lung checker radioed in a cow that didn't pass, then he would have to find the number, stamp it as "NK"m and then wait for the next one, It would have been easy; if not for the noise, the garbled radio, and the Israeli accent."You can chase the cow all the way up the line, but not until here. this is where the USDA checks them. They hate it when you here." That was the line. It ended at those darn USDA.
The first thing the young man was told was do NOT touch the BLACK COWS. These cows were condemned for health reasons. "Be careful when you back up. You don't want to even brush the black cows." You did NOT touch them,,,,ever.
"ok," said the Israeli, "just wait for the last two digits of a number, and you stamp the halves here, and here. And be CAREFUL not to back up into a "black cow: ok? Don't brush against them. STAY AWAY." Already the young man had heard a story of an unfortunate soul that was hit by one in transit, and the USDA had him fired/ It was so hypocritical; he watched the USDA handle those cows without gloves or even washing their hands,,,,friggin USDA.
Evil black cows
watch out
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Cow number 2-5
"2-5 treif. 2-5 treif" the radio said, "2-5 treifm 2-5": the young man repeated. He went up to the line. 2-5 was WAY off from what he saw, He hurried up further.. It wasn't making sense! the numbers were skipping! He kept running upm trying to find 2-5....then... his foot hit the metal platform of the
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The officer gave a glance saying "Will this kid dare go for it?" The young man didn't know what to do. He ran back (well didn't really run, that would be stupid) to the senior mashgiach. "I can't find 2-5!" he cried. The mashgiach went out of his station to look. "Sometimes," he said, :a cow is taken out of line. just find it over there if you can," The young man checked it once, twice, three times....2-5 wasn't there. He felt terrible. It wasn't his fault, he did his best, but still, 2-5 wasn't kosher and it got away.
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The black cows. There were a lot more then he thought there would be.There the young man was, spaced out when suddenly, one of those forbidden creatures was being hooked right toward him! He dodged it, only to find another bee-lining to his face on the way to the scrapper! He tswirled around and put his back against the stainless steel platform of "the kitchen" (not the most ideal place) barely missing the "deadly" graze of the black cow. He saw the USDA officer eying him. Now he found before himself a FOREST of swinging taboo beasts.
How the heck was hr to get back to his station?
He sucked in his chest, pressed against the wall, and slicked by the evil black cows, daring not to glance at the USDA people. He made it, He didn't die,
On for the next day
This time
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