So I went to my local grocery store the other day after hearing from my mother that I was a tad chubby (of course, she didn't say it that directly but I know that is what she meant). So what is one to do except head to the store and get some giant steaks.
I approach the counter and ask for two rib-eyes. The 18 year old behind the counter says, "You know they are expensive." I say that I know but it's ok. He says, "I'll help you out-I've been giving away free meat so people come here more often." I say, "Oh no. I come EVERY day. Loyal customer. Willing to pay, don't worry about me." He winks and only puts one steak on the scale. I insist he put on two. He persists in only putting on one.
I take the criminal meat package and walk away. I am tempted to drop the hot goods off in the dairy aisle. I feel sweaty and like the package is hot lava. I also am sure that I am on some 20/20 episode about stealing in grocery stores. I am miserable. But I want to eat the damn steaks. I can also see the headlines, "PREP SCHOOL TEACHER ARRESTED IN MEAT THIEVERY".....
I brought the meat home, ate it and was happy. I will not shop at the butcher area in the near future--so much for his marketing plan!!!