Where’s the Beef?Woman in the Middle | December 3, 2013
As I was stepping out of my car today after arriving home from work, a rather disreputable man in a small white beat up pick up truck pulled up and said, “Do you like steak?” “No thank you,” I replied in my chirpiest voice. How about shrimp, do you eat shrimp?” he countered. “No.” I chirped again, “I don’t eat shrimp.” The disreputable fellow began to get a little cranky looking. “You’ve bought from me before! It was a while back.” he said, with emphasis. Now I understood. “I just moved here a few years ago. You must have dealt with the person who lived here before.” I was starting to get a little nervous. This man was looking unhappy with me. But I refused to be bullied into buying his meat products. Thank goodness my last explanation sent him on his way.
Maybe he thought I was a vegetarian, or, god forbid, a vegan. Believe me, I would weigh a lot less if I was. But I am not. I like meat. I don’t like shrimp (bugs of the sea I call them) but I enjoy a good steak. But buy meat from a person who looks just this side of homeless out of an old truck? I don’t think so! I have experienced food poisoning and it usually comes riding in on a piece of meat. Also, not being a trained butcher or veterinarian, how can I tell what I am buying? Is it really beef? Sorry buddy, but if my choices are go meatless for tonight’s dinner or buy my steak from you, I think it will be a meatless night.
Have you (or would you) ever buy meat from a guy who pulls up to the front of your house in his truck?