Hey, buddy. Want some meat?

[roninjedi]

So yesterday afternoon we get a knock on the door. I go to answer it and there's a scruffy-looking young guy in a baseball cap standing there. On the street is a light pickup truck with some sort of freezer box taking up half the bed. Written on the truck is the name of some wholesale meat company (I wish I'd remembered the name). This fellow says that he has just completed the last delivery of wholesale steaks to customers in our area and he has some left in his truck to unload at cost. When I thank him but indicate that I have no cash he helpfully mentions that they take cash, check, and charge. I yell back to Harmoni in the house that there's a fellow here with frozen steak for sale. Does she want any frozen steak? She says, nervously, "Noo?" Our roving meat purveyor then mentions that he also has chicken and shrimp available as well. I thank him again and he cheerfully takes his leave. That's right.

Meat.

From the back of a pickup truck.

What could go wrong? I mean what are the odds of getting bad shrimp in Central Texas, from the back of a pickup truck, driven by a total stranger, right? It's easy to roll my eyes at this guy but, seriously, that has got to be one crappy job. No one ever goes to Career Day at school hoping to learn how to sell strange meat out of the back of a pickup. Is this some bizarre trend for the future. The neighborhood meat man with happy music blaring from his brightly colored meat van?

Pornos will never be the same.