Where I live in Manhattan, there are several Chinese supermarkets located near me. These are crowded but incredibly efficient operations that move a lot of product in the form of fruits, vegetables and meats, and I admire the unseen logisticians behind it all.
At one of them, the guy who works the label machine, well, his English isn't so hot. At that store you can't buy partridge, but you can buy this guy:
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