I was excited to grab a couple ribey. Runs down to the local market 5 minutes away. The next market is a solid 15 minute drive.
Place has no ribeye. I wait over 10 minutes for the "butcher" who shows up to tell me I need to come back tomorrow and "they will cut some for you." This place will cut you meat on request until 10pm on a Sunday, but they guy says to come back 20 minutes before 6pm on a Saturday.
I say to him "That's different." He shrugs his shoulders and walks off. I turned to the other employee who was paying attention and told him I have to drive to town now and walked away from my basket. Not in an angry way, just an polite oh well fuck this kind of way.
I decide to grab something to drink for the drive and end up in the late shifts first employee's line. That matters since I shop their late every 3 nights or so. Guy asks "why just the soda, just stopping by?" I tell him about the ribeyes which he calls bullshit on and tells me he will take care of it.
Cashier comes back with the manager, who is a cool guy from nite shift also, who tells me to hang out. He comes back with two New York steaks hands them to me and apologizes for the new guy. Tells me they are on the house along with the drink.
I said thanks and accepted. Left without any of the fixings, no ribeye but some nice new York steaks. Not sure if its a win or loss.
Seeing as I am typing this long ass story because I am watching the fights and my gal is being a cunt since I left the corn, yes because I left the corn, have at it, I am still not sure if I am winning or losing tonight.
Place has no ribeye. I wait over 10 minutes for the "butcher" who shows up to tell me I need to come back tomorrow and "they will cut some for you." This place will cut you meat on request until 10pm on a Sunday, but they guy says to come back 20 minutes before 6pm on a Saturday.
I say to him "That's different." He shrugs his shoulders and walks off. I turned to the other employee who was paying attention and told him I have to drive to town now and walked away from my basket. Not in an angry way, just an polite oh well fuck this kind of way.
I decide to grab something to drink for the drive and end up in the late shifts first employee's line. That matters since I shop their late every 3 nights or so. Guy asks "why just the soda, just stopping by?" I tell him about the ribeyes which he calls bullshit on and tells me he will take care of it.
Cashier comes back with the manager, who is a cool guy from nite shift also, who tells me to hang out. He comes back with two New York steaks hands them to me and apologizes for the new guy. Tells me they are on the house along with the drink.
I said thanks and accepted. Left without any of the fixings, no ribeye but some nice new York steaks. Not sure if its a win or loss.
Seeing as I am typing this long ass story because I am watching the fights and my gal is being a cunt since I left the corn, yes because I left the corn, have at it, I am still not sure if I am winning or losing tonight.
