On The Meat Man

I'm in the supermarket -

Me: I need to know which of these types of steaks are better for grilling. Y'know, the kind where people won't lose a tooth when trying to chew it or maybe mistake it for an old shoe.

Meat Guy: Well this and this are what you are looking for really. (points at 2 types) You want to stay away from these though, 'cause they are tougher. (points at others) I'd say your best bet price and cut would be this. (grabs a pack) You said this is for grilling, right?

Me: Yep.

Meat Guy: Oh? Trying to impress someone?

Me: Nope, just cooking at home.

Meat Guy: Awww sweet. You're home from college?

Me: No. I'm 34. Just cooking at home.

Meat Guy: (with the most annoyed look on his face - like I'm a pregnant teenager asking him where to find the condom isle) You're 34 and you have to ask what kind of meat to buy? (He then leaves disappears into the back "meat room" as I stand there with a package of meat and what's left of my dignity)

When Canadians Get Mean

I didn't think it was possible, but Senorita LaSon sent me this pic she snapped while on a binge shopping spree in Toronto this weekend. I was shocked. I was horrified. The European exploitation apparently has no boundaries. What's next? A discount French baby market in Montreal?

See for yourself.