“You buying meat?”
The pretty girl rolls her eyes. “No, I’m just looking for Chinese cabbage.”
“Right. So do you get meat often?” He realizes what he just said and blushes. It is obvious that he is not used to doing whatever he is doing at the moment. He scrunches his face as he reels in disgust at his own self.
“As much as I need to,” she replies without missing a beat.
“You don’t happen to know what sort of meat would be best for stewing would you?”
So aptly she points to the tray in front of him. It is labeled “Stewing Meat”. She is obviously getting tired of this sudden burst of stammering attention.
“Oh.” His cellphone rings. The sound of wrapping plastic dissuades him from answering it.
She has her order and starts to leave.
“Oh, well…it was nice to meat you!”
“What the fuck?”
