I worked at a Red Lobster in the early 2000s and my job was to portion out “vegetable medley” into plastic bags. These bags were kept in big trays in the refrigerator, and they would be pulled and thrown into the microwave for a minute or so. They’d dump the vegetables out of the bag and onto the plate and then just throw the bag on the floor. Cleaning up after a shift was like bulldozing filthy plastic bags.
Olive Garden is/was owned by the same group, so I’m sure it was spiritually similar there.
So this cowboy puppy comes in here and says: I’m lookin for the man who shot my paw