It goes on the outside

So yesterday I'm eating something called a chicken sausage that resembles a hot dog. I get 3/4 of the way through it and see a little bit of what looks like plastic wrap, sticking out from the uneaten end and I give it a tug. About 3 inches of what appears to be a long, thin plastic bag emerges. It resembles a condom so closely that I simply stood up, showed the cooks, dumped it and left to get back to work. The number of condom jokes flying around the instrument room 28 hours later is killing me.

Even with the best chefs money can buy, cooking out here, you never know what you're going to get when your food is bought by the ton in god only knows what port. dang.