Ok, this was a weird day. I’m at the meat counter of the grocery store, and this guy storms past me. The first person he resembled to me was Stephen King, but a bit taller and thinner, without glasses. He has such an angry crazed look on his face, I couldn’t help but stand and watch him for a second.
He is carrying a black polyester bag that is about the size of a single math text book. He pulls out two meat packages and throws them onto the meat display shelves and storms immediately away without looking back.
I’m curious, wondering what would make this guy so upset? Couldn’t he afford to buy these? What is up?
I walk over and examine the two things he left behind. They are two packages with NO price sticker on them. They look like he’s wrapped them himself. Inside is a lot of fatty tissue, almost looks human in a way.
I stare in disbelief and thoughts start going through my mind, is this some sort of serial killer or cannibal that has killed someone, and in his strange twisted way wants to display some of the meat of his victim in a grocery store?
I call the manager over, and explain what happened. He examines the meat, and says “yeah, its probably some guy that is upset on how much fat he got in his cut of meat and decided to return it to us, thanks..” and he takes them away and throws them out.
I shrug it off and continue browsing the meat shelves. Upon further inspection I see that there are 5 other packages like this, tucked inbehind some of the roasts. Those ones look to be a day or two old and not very fresh.
Is this what this guy does? Buys meat, takes it home, re-trims eat, eats it, and brings back whatever fat is left over back to the grocery store to send a “message” to the store’s butcher?
To top it all off, that special black polyester bag looks like he shopped around and bought it for this particular purpose.
Now what’s worse? This freaky guy, the sloppy butcher, me for telling you this story, or you for listening?