I'd get excited at first, then very suspicious. I'm outspoken about my love for a rare ribeye, so who is trying to poison me? Are they trying to infect or poison me because of my stance on the clot-shot? In the trash it would go.
I don't want those grubby workers touching my food. $36 for two nice ribeyes. You're having a laugh. $6 a pound for ground?
I need to buy a cow.
Who the fuck do you think stocks the shelves? And loads and unloads the trucks? Look princess people are touching your food before you get it.
I know who cuts the meat. I know who cuts up the chickens. I know who picks the broccoli, the potato, the onions.
I worked for Simplot and Tyson
And I know who stocks the shelves.
Fuck man so you know who you are calling grubby workers, damn dude.
Never EVER trust a delivery service that's how you end up with a SOGGY fucking RALLYS bag on your front porch when you ordered Dairy Queen.
Gross are you canadian or something?
In Vancouver, if the shopkeeper was Asian, I would let them deliver my groceries. I'll concede that
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