I’m in the meat/poultry section craving shake 'n bake chicken wings. They got breasts, thighs,half’s,whole fryer but no damn chicken wings. The butcher walks by and replies, “Can I help you find something sir?” “Yes, I would like some chicken wings”
butcher: “I’m sorry, we don’t have chicken wings”
Roboto: “You’ve got thighs and breasts and drumsticks, where’s the chicken wings?”
butcher: “Not a big seller, so we don’t sell them”
Roboto: “When your cutting up the chickens, don’t you get any wings?”
butcher: “sure…we got wings”
Roboto: “Do you throw them away?”
butcher: “of course not”
Roboto: “Then where are the Wings?”
butcher: “We don’t put them out…no one buys them”
Roboto: “I like to buy them but I never see them”
butcher: “Yeah, we got wings, just don’t put them out…O.K.”
I wouldn’t dwell on this. If you start to think about it, you’ll realize that the butchers have years, perhaps decades, worth of chicken wings in the back that they’ve never thrown out. I doubt if you want to realize that.
A long long time ago you could ask the butcher for dog bones, and he would give them to you free. Then the stores started selling the bones in bags. Now you simply can’t get them. Where are the bones going?
Huh. When I went to purchase meat to season my new grill, the butcher at the local chain grocery store gave me a package of, uh, “trimmings” for free after I explained why I needed it.
The ads in this thread are shilling for “Untraceable Essays”. What the heck do they have to do with chicken wings? (Or satanic rituals, for that matter.)
