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my fav butcher is in a fancy grocery store. the people are very nice. they always have the same cut of meat, cut in 2-3 thicknesses. I take it from there.
I usually pick one..."no your other left, closer to me". and take my chances at the meat scale which tells me just how much money I effed up.
oh, if it is crowded, I hang back and choose my steak from a distance. drives me nuts when it is similar to the conveyor belt luggage claim thing where everyone is Dick-length away from the edge crowding out everyone else. butcher sees me, I step up do my business and walk away.
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poof! gone
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