Yesterday I did something I have never done before…and at the end of the day, my husband told me to never do it again…so I will heed his advice in the future.
I’m not sure why I did what I did. As I have thought about it, I decided that maybe it was a result of breathing the fumes of the bleach cleaner that I had used earlier in the day to clean some outdoor chairs. THAT has to be the reason why my thought processes were not behaving properly when I purchased the three boxes of meat from the lady parked in my driveway. Yes, that’s correct… I bought meat off the back of a truck.
It wasn’t the best of days. I didn’t feel well and had fallen asleep while reading a book, when two of my sons and one of my youngest son’s friends awakened me, telling me there was someone parked in our driveway. I groggily went to the backdoor and then out the backdoor to the driveway, where a lady stood by her red, I think it was red, truck that had a freezer in the back of it.
The lady was nice enough as she told me about this great deal she could give me on this frozen meat. It seems that she drives a regular route of grocery delivery that includes the road we live on (though I had never seen her or her truck with the freezer in the back before).
She gave me her sales pitch and I listened while trying to process that there really was a woman trying to sell me meat off the back of a truck there in our driveway.
To my defense, I did say, “No,” to her first sales offer.
Then I do NOT know what happened. I guess I began thinking about how hard it must be to sell frozen meat off the back of a truck and how she too was just trying to make a living…and the next thing I know, I’m heading in the same backdoor that I had just exited a few moments before, to get funds to buy the frozen meat.
My two sons and the friend asked me what the person in our driveway wanted as I entered the house.
“She’s selling meat,” I told them.
I heard the three boys laughing as I got my purse. “I’m going to buy some meat from her,” I told them as I again exited the house. Fading laughter noise followed me out the door.
She gave me my three boxes of meat and I deposited them in my freezer and then went back in to face more questions from my sons and the friend.
I told them that I was glad that I brightened their day.
As I closed the lid on my just purchased meat from the lady in the red truck, I wondered what my husband would think.
As I opened the same lid on the same freezer a couple of hours later to place some grocery items in the freezer with my husband standing beside me, I found out what he thought.
I looked up to see his face as he noticed the three strange (strange, as in they weren’t there the last time he looked in the freezer) boxes.
“What is that?” he inquired, seemingly already knowing the answer because he is an educated man and probably had seen boxes that frozen meat sold off the back of people’s trucks look like.
I told him that I had bought some meat, frozen meat.
“From someone driving a freezer truck?” he questioned.
“Sort of,” I answered.
“You never should do that,” he patiently responded.
“Ok. I won’t do it again,” I promised. “At least I didn’t buy the big package,” I added.
Yesterday. It wasn’t the best of days.
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