For the past two days, I've been in all-day meetings at a local hotel. At lunch, we got a dizzying array of delectable morsels, befitting any connoisseur of the Quick-E-Mart's fine frozen food section. Yesterday, the hotel staff couldn't find the heating element for the soup, so it was cold. They changed the label to gazpacho, and no one was the wiser.
An hour later, they found the gas attachment for the soup pot. The new label read : Minestrone.
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