Can you trim the fat?
Having had a long day at work, I wearily trudged through the grocery store this evening in search of something fun to cook for dinner. Entering the local grocery store I grab a little hand basket and attempt to quickly scurry over to the meat department. Here, my friends, is where the trouble starts. You see, at 6:30 PM there are two types of shoppers in any given store — those in a hurry to get home, and those who are retired and have nothing better to do than to wander around the grocery store with a cup of coffee and gawk at everything.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m sure I’ll be retired some day. Hopefully, I’ll be doing something better with my time than shopping for groceries! Seriously. Aren’t there more fun things to do? I really think there must be a lot of lonely shuffleboard courts somewhere.
After weaving around a seemingly endless crowd of slow moving people, I approach the seafood counter with my mind set on purchasing a nice piece of salmon. Drawing near to the counter, I realize that an elderly woman in front of me is arguing with the poor guy behind the counter. Mind you, he’s the only guy behind the seafood counter so my prompt escape from grocery store hell depends on his service. And here’s the kicker! She’s arguing with the seafood guy about why he can’t “trim” the fat off the piece of fish! Yes, that’s right. The lady wanted the fat trimmed from a fucking piece of cod! Becoming disgruntled that the seafood counter guy refused to comply with her wishes, she wheels her shopping cart away in anger, almost taking out two or three innocent bystanders in the process.
Approaching the counter, and being a bit of a smart ass, I ask the guy for “that piece of fish right there where I’m pointing.” As he’s about to wrap it up, he asks if I’d like him to take the skin off it. I tell him that’s okay, I’m good. But, not being able to leave it at just that, ask “But could you trim the fat off it?” He just glared at me.
Oh well. Apparently he wasn’t ready to laugh about it just yet…
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