The area around the dough baller was normally covered with flour. Unused pizza pans sat on the bottom shelves of the stainless-steel tables, with just a hint of disuse on them (although the night before they had, in fact, been used repeatedly for teh weekend rush). A small cart had been wheeled out and the cooks and busboys were standing around it, peering behind.
"Guyth! I brough Jen!"
"What's up?"
"We caught a rat!" Ben exclaimed. He was hopping gleefully back and forth from one foot to another, as though catching a rat were the equivalent of winning a game of "Trivial Pursuit."
"That's gross! Lance, why would you bring me back here for this?"
"It'th juth that...will you take a look at it?"
"No!"
"It's not dead!" one of the cooks said. "We were waiting for you to tell us how to handle it."
"Get it out of here!" Jen was horrified.
"Right - but should we just kill it now - which Ben's in favor of - or do we let it go, knowing that in its wounded state it probably won't survive very long?"
"Why on earth would you ask me?"
The other workers looked at each other.
"Because you're the kindest person we know."
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