SeaCat
Hey, my Halo is smoking
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So I'm walking along the aisles of the local gracery store with my wife. We're both wearing our leathers because we came in on the bike. Truth be told we were only there for a couple of sandwiches. Ahead of us there is a guy putting out meats in the display case.
Just out of curiosity I glance at the meats and there in front of me is a nice pile of New York Strip Steaks. These are about two inches thick and look fantastic. Then I look at the prices and almost drop the shopping basket with our sandwiches in it. Someone screwed up and mismarked these puppies. They didn't hit that last digit on the pricing computer. Instead of being priced at the normal $7.00 a pound these are marked at $.70 a pound. My wife watched as I loaded every package in the display into the basket as well as into my arms and hers. (25 packages)
We hit the checkout lines and I chose the busiest one. We piled the meat on the belt and I watched as the cashier slid them across the scanner and then slid them down to the bagger. (Who was looking at us strangely.) I paid and we headed out to the bike. Now came the fun part, we had to find a way to pack all of the meat onto the bike. It took a bit of work but we had most of it in the cargo box. (Although my wife did have to carry one bag.)
So now there are 25 seperate steaks in the freezer and I'm drooling like a fiend just thinking about it.
Oh and we did get our sandwiches as well as our ride.
Cat
Just out of curiosity I glance at the meats and there in front of me is a nice pile of New York Strip Steaks. These are about two inches thick and look fantastic. Then I look at the prices and almost drop the shopping basket with our sandwiches in it. Someone screwed up and mismarked these puppies. They didn't hit that last digit on the pricing computer. Instead of being priced at the normal $7.00 a pound these are marked at $.70 a pound. My wife watched as I loaded every package in the display into the basket as well as into my arms and hers. (25 packages)
We hit the checkout lines and I chose the busiest one. We piled the meat on the belt and I watched as the cashier slid them across the scanner and then slid them down to the bagger. (Who was looking at us strangely.) I paid and we headed out to the bike. Now came the fun part, we had to find a way to pack all of the meat onto the bike. It took a bit of work but we had most of it in the cargo box. (Although my wife did have to carry one bag.)
So now there are 25 seperate steaks in the freezer and I'm drooling like a fiend just thinking about it.
Oh and we did get our sandwiches as well as our ride.
Cat