Saturday, June 16, 2007

Meat market on wheels

While I was just on the phone with a friend (shhhhhhhhh, don't tell anyone I actually use the phone!!!) there was a pounding-on-window noise. I thought it was Hay outside trying to get me to come out to look at the neighbor cat who was camped out under the bird feeder but he ran inside and asked me what the banging was. I said I didn't know, thought it was him. I continued to speak with my friend while Hay frantically searched for the noise. Turns out some random guy had wandered into our garage, knocked on the door leading into the house, and was trying to (wait for it) sell us steak and chicken. From a truck. In 90 degree weather. Gross.

4 comments:

Avitable said...

I get those guys all the time - they sell it from an old shitty pickup truck. Fuckin' idjits.

Poppy Cede said...

Avi, do you sick Jigsaw on them? I am 45 days from having owned this house five years and I've never had anyone come up to the house and try to sell us meat for any reason. My friend on the phone is a vegetarian so she thought it was hysterical there was a meat man at the door and told me she'd actually buy meat from the guy because it's so ridiculous. I asked her what she would have done with the meat and she said she would have given it to her mom. So, in effect, my friend hates her mom because she's buying her chicken from the back of a random guy's truck.

Tug said...

And......he didn't use your front door, WHY?

Freak

Poppy Cede said...

Do we expect anything more from a shady meat man?