Meat Rage
If you've been reading this blog from the start - and I hope you have - you know I have a huge pet peeve with people who cut to the front of service lines in stores or interrupt whoever's at the head of the line, 'cause they feel their need is greater than everyone else's. Or, in some twisted way, they assume their need is smaller than everyone else's. So it's OK to interrupt.
So my wife and mom-in-law were in Whole Foods on Biscayne Blvd. in Aventura - City of Excellence - Sunday afternoon buying stuff for a barbecue we held later that day.
I would have helped, but I was busy in Best Buy looking for new electronic toys.
Anyway they split up their shopping list and my wife waited in line at the always busy meat counter. When she finally got to the front and began explaining her order to the butcher, a young guy - she says late teens/early 20s - beaugarded his way in front of her, interrupted, and proceeded to ask the butcher about something he needed.
Wife is shocked and annoyed. Butcher sees her reaction and shakes his head and laughs after the oblivious meat skipper walked away.
"That's nothing," she says he told her. Then he went on to share with her a recent week's worth of ill behavior at the meat counter.
There was the guy who couldn't get a certain cut of meat - not because they weren't willing to serve it, but because it just wasn't available - and was so angry about it he told the butchers that he was going home to get a gun and he'd be back.
There was the string of mostly women, who, angry about the cut or the size of or the wait for their meat, loudly rained racial slurs on the butchers (black and Latino men).
And then there were the line skippers who ignored the protests of customers who had waited their turn, because, the butcher told my wife, they seemed to think their meat needs were greater than everyone else's.
Who knows? Maybe they were hosting Atkins Diet parties at home and were stressed about it.
But how nuts do you have to be to threaten to shoot someone over deli meat?
So my wife and mom-in-law were in Whole Foods on Biscayne Blvd. in Aventura - City of Excellence - Sunday afternoon buying stuff for a barbecue we held later that day.
I would have helped, but I was busy in Best Buy looking for new electronic toys.
Anyway they split up their shopping list and my wife waited in line at the always busy meat counter. When she finally got to the front and began explaining her order to the butcher, a young guy - she says late teens/early 20s - beaugarded his way in front of her, interrupted, and proceeded to ask the butcher about something he needed.
Wife is shocked and annoyed. Butcher sees her reaction and shakes his head and laughs after the oblivious meat skipper walked away.
"That's nothing," she says he told her. Then he went on to share with her a recent week's worth of ill behavior at the meat counter.
There was the guy who couldn't get a certain cut of meat - not because they weren't willing to serve it, but because it just wasn't available - and was so angry about it he told the butchers that he was going home to get a gun and he'd be back.
There was the string of mostly women, who, angry about the cut or the size of or the wait for their meat, loudly rained racial slurs on the butchers (black and Latino men).
And then there were the line skippers who ignored the protests of customers who had waited their turn, because, the butcher told my wife, they seemed to think their meat needs were greater than everyone else's.
Who knows? Maybe they were hosting Atkins Diet parties at home and were stressed about it.
But how nuts do you have to be to threaten to shoot someone over deli meat?
posted by James Burnett at
2:37 PM
2 Comments:
If those steaks could talk, they'd be saying: "Get a load of that. People with Mad for Cow disease!"
By
Maria de los Angeles, at 10:45 AM
This post is a great example of my perpetual argument: a big chunk of people in this town seem convinced of their own sense of entitlement and act accordingly. And, if called on their rude, inconsiderate behavior, they have the gall to get mad at you - as if, who are you to point the truth out to them?
Blah. THAT's what I hate most about Miami.
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Anonymous, at 8:05 AM
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