I always see this scene and get so sad for him. That's a lot of food that he put a lot of work into and was proud of his work. Watching him try to shovel it back into the pot hurts. I know it's meant to be played off for humor, but I see next to none in that scene.
If you take away the laugh track, it is astoundingly clear that the main cast are all just evil, narcissistic sociopaths, they never do anything that doesn't benefit themselves, and they have no problem at all ruining other people's days or even lives, their metric for whether or not something was a good idea or not is entirely whether it worked out well for them...
... ironically with the exception of Kramer, who actually attempts, from time to time, to do good things for other people which will not benefit himself, he just goes about them in often dubious ways.
Same here .. when I first saw it I was 50% laughing and 50% heart broken. I've made big pots of food before and this is my greatest fear ... just walking around with it and dropping it all on the floor. I think of this scene every time I'm in the kitchen.
I have a friend who I suspect has never raised animals, tell me about the "funniest moment on broadcast tv" in excruciating detail. It was the episode of WKRP when they threw turkeys out of a helicopter and instead of flying, they dropped to their deaths. Apparently, that's really funny.
He also recounted an episode of Night Court when a couple got in trouble accidentally killing a bunch of baby chickens in a propane explosion.
If I didn't already, I would have sworn off sitcoms from that.
It was all this cringe to me. I just couldn't stand The Office, Seinfeld, Curb Your Enthusiasm, Bridget Jones films, Fleabag, IASIP...cringe humor just makes my heart hurt.
The works of the roots of the vines, of the trees, must be destroyed to keep up the price, and this is the saddest, bitterest thing of all. Carloads of oranges dumped on the ground. The people came for miles to take the fruit, but this could not be. How would they buy oranges at twenty cents a dozen if they could drive out and pick them up? And men with hoses squirt kerosene on the oranges, and they are angry at the crime, angry at the people who have come to take the fruit. A million people hungry, needing the fruit- and kerosene sprayed over the golden mountains. And the smell of rot fills the country. Burn coffee for fuel in the ships. Burn corn to keep warm, it makes a hot fire. Dump potatoes in the rivers and place guards along the banks to keep the hungry people from fishing them out. Slaughter the pigs and bury them, and let the putrescence drip down into the earth.
There is a crime here that goes beyond denunciation. There is a sorrow here that weeping cannot symbolize. There is a failure here that topples all our success. The fertile earth, the straight tree rows, the sturdy trunks, and the ripe fruit. And children dying of pellagra must die because a profit cannot be taken from an orange. And coroners must fill in the certificate- died of malnutrition- because the food must rot, must be forced to rot. The people come with nets to fish for potatoes in the river, and the guards hold them back; they come in rattling cars to get the dumped oranges, but the kerosene is sprayed. And they stand still and watch the potatoes float by, listen to the screaming pigs being killed in a ditch and covered with quick-lime, watch the mountains of oranges slop down to a putrefying ooze; and in the eyes of the people there is the failure; and in the eyes of the hungry there is a growing wrath. In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage.
I read an interesting editorial or letter or whatever by the guy who had the idea to fortify cornmeal with niacin and pretty much overnight eradicated pellagra in the southern United States. He was humble about it, it was just a lesson in how the simplest interventions can have a huge effect.
Its looks and probably feels bad… but to be honest, this is a solvable. The main thing lost is the keyboard, and they are not terrible to replace. And your dignity may need some time , but with a little work this will all have bean in the past.
I've seen some line cooks quit spectacularly before, and if that's what this was, then it's both not surprising and the most spectacular adios bitches I've seen.
They never stopped if your instance is federated with hexbear. People block/defed because they don't like the politics but they don't realize they are missing the hot bean action
The top one is a drop vault you can see the little door, employees can deposit it without needing a code. Managers have access to this one to reconcile all the days deposits for the end of the night close.
The bottom one is long storage usually only the gm/owner has that code. The previous days cash is verified then moved into that one for holding until a bank run or money truck pickup can be arranged.