Sean is standing in line at the Mongolian buffet table. He has a bowl of rice in one hand, and a pair of chopsticks in the other. In front of him is a woman of advanced age, who's navigating the meat section. The following conversation ensues.
Old Lady: Excuse me.
Sean: Yes?
O: (Points towards a tray of raw meat.) What's this?
S: (Glances.) Oh, that's the beef.
O: Thank you.
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O: Excuse me, but what's this?
S: (Glances.) It's beef.
O: Thank you.
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O: What's this?
S: (Glances, gives a curious look.) That's the beef.
O: Thank you.
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O: What's this?
S: (Stares.) Beef.
O: Thank you.
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O: Excuse me, but what's this?
S: (Completely exasperated by now.) It's the b... you know what? That's chicken.
O: Are you sure? It looks like beef.
(Sean says nothing, and just walks away.)
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