(The conversation happened at PetSmart Today)
Cashier - Do you have a PetSmart Card?
me - No, but I just got four rabbits so how can I get one?
Cashier - Just fill out this form and we'll give you a card. Rabbits eh? Are they such a fun pet. They are fun to pet or play with or just watch. What type did you get?
me - The type that taste good.
Cashier - Taste good? Are you going to eat them?
me - Yup. For Easter. But not before I get some manure out of them for the garden.
Cashier - Sir these rabbits are pets, right? (holding back either tears or angry rage)
me - Oh, I'm sure they were some one's pets before I caught them in the backyard, but now they'll just be food and manure. What's my total?
Cashier - $17.68.
(I pay)
Cashier - Well hve a good day and good luck with your rabbits. I hope they taste good.
Next Customer - I'm sorry miss, are you promoting people eating their pets...?
I've (sort of) moved!
8 years ago
10 comments:
Very funny!
hey! somebody stole my tag. LOL...
tag?
Whatever it's called when you give a post a category. Label? Tag? Not sure.
What I'm referencing though is the "embracing the ridiculous."
Oh, a Label. Yes. I stole that from you. I'm a stealer. You're just too good.
I suspect more than one person might be "shocked" at some of the things you did over Thanksgiving weekend while you were growing up.
Things like, when we arrived at the ranch, your great Uncle would take you out to see the skinned cow hanging in the barn to age the meat. You fed cattle from a hay sled pulled by two big horse in snow that was waist deep (for you at least). Later, you would help your great Aunt bake cakes and pies while your parents, your grand parents and your great Uncle were in the basement cutting the cow, that had been hanging in the barn, into usable chunks, or in my case, making hamburger by the pounds. Because of the very sharp saws and knives, kids were not allowed in the basement during butchering. I know your brother was "volunteered" to help pack the meat in boxes when he was older, but don't remember if you were "volunteered" for that chore.
Some would also be "shocked" to know that you ate the chickens for dinner, that you had chased around the yard a few hours earlier.
All in all, I think that visiting the family ranch when you were young was a fantastic experiance and I am so sorry that your brother's and your kids will never have that chance.
I loved going to the ranch because it was soooo different from my everyday life in high-tech. My pager never worked at the ranch. I couldn't access my voicemail because the ranch phone was a dial phone. It wasn't until just before the family sold the ranch, that cell phones would work out there. The ranch was the first place you saw satellite TV when we put in a 12 foot dish behind the house and watched the network feeds to their stations (they were analog and not encrypted at the time).
So enjoy your rabbits. I am sure they will be yummy.
BTW - remember all the kids on the ranches raised animals for 4H and later sold them to commercial meat companies. Often the cows went to McDonalds!
I was "volunteered" the last two years to come down and help my brother with the labeling of the various packages. I would cut the tape to the right size for the label. In my last year, I was also responsible for measuring out the tin foil that would wrap the dead animal.
I don't often tell those stories, but I do remember them. There are two favorite stories I love to tell from the ranch. I loved going with Chad down to the frozen river and throwing rocks into the river trying to break up the ice. (This is the same ice that Uncle Don used a chain saw on in the mornings to break up for the cows.) Chad and I would often have to work together to get the biggest rocks into the river bed only to have them skip along the solid ice.
My other favorite story to tell is how my father managed to stampede the yearlings. Funny Funny story.
There's this restaurant in Archer, ID called Big Judds. I took KNJ-P there once and I had been there with roommates as well. Any way, the first time I went was with KNJ-P and we're enjoying the hamburger and I ask the waitress where they get their beef from. She pointed to the pasture behind the store. It didn't faze me one bit.
Sean, this is hi-larious.
ok...i have a pet bunny so I don't like hearing that you're going to eat them but that story is hi-fucking-larious!!!!!! rofl!!! :D
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