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The freezer door opened. A hand bumped Dean as it reached for the last package of burritos. Dean wouldn’t miss the burritos much. They only ever talked about themselves and their “premium ingredients.” With the shelf empty next to him, the stocker should be by soon to replace the supply.
Dean soon settled into his normal routine of watching the shoppers as they passed through the freezer section. He made a game of it, often creating names and backstories for the passers-by. Every so often, one would pause and open the door to his freezer. It being summer, people passed over Dean in favor of grilling their own hamburgers outside.
He was in the middle of humming along to the store’s overhead radio (classic rock today, thank God) when the freezer door opened once more. It was Chuck, the stocker. Bracing himself for another round of “holier than thou,” “my ingredients are better than yours” talk, Dean was surprised to find a new product being placed next to him.
Predominately blue packaging was the first thing that he saw. He couldn’t get a good look at what was inside while the stocker was still there.
Chuck finished placing the product and shut the freezer door. Able to properly look over at the new arrival, Dean was disappointed to find it was again burritos. Bean and cheese this time, though.The first package had an error in its packaging, giving it a ruffled appearance. Dean found it rather endearing.
“Do you need something,” the bean burrito asked in a deep voice.
“No, no. I don’t need anything,” Dean replied. The contents of his package shifted, something he thought only happened during shipping.