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Your sausage is fine, no pun intended


Your sausage was just fine, no need to get your panties in a bunch!

I was in the grocery store yesterday looking for some meat for dinner, I had my niece and my son with me and we were all pretty much examining the meat to see if anything looked good.  A was poking at a package of Turkey Sausage, and I was telling him not to poke it hard and break the package and at that very moment I heard someone yell loud enough to make me jump.  Now between having 2 munchkins and running an in home daycare, I know a thing or 2 about loud noises and they usually have no effect on me, so this guy must have yelled pretty damn loud.  I turned around and realized he was yelling at my child…Seriously?  Apparently he was concerned that A was going to poke holes in his packages…so he yells YO! DON’T! STOP TOUCHING MY MEAT BOY, YOU ARE GONNA POKE HOLES IN IT!!!! Now I am all for someone asking nicely, I can totally understand that you do not want holes in all the packages, but seriously was it necessary to scream at someone else’s child rather than attempt to be polite about it?  At first I was going to let it go, until I walked by the guy on my way to get corn on the cob and he thought it would be a good idea to mumble something under his breath when I walked by.  Okay guess what if you think you scare me, you are sorely mistaken, and if you think I am going to just ignore you, well my maturity level tends to dip a little when you don’t even have the balls to say what you want loud enough for me to hear it.  It was at this point that I swung around and proceeded to get in a pretty big fight with the meat guy.  Whom at the end asked me to put my guns away(no I was not seriously packing…just a figure of speech I guess) so I was going to just finish my shopping, and then I hear my niece say something not so nice, and containing the F word…Later I asked her why, considering I am the one who loves the F word and I had managed not to say it or any other “bad” words throughout the argument.  Her response is exactly why I love her “He gave you a dirty look when you turned around!” I am betting the meat man had no idea when he first decided to be Billy Bad Ass to a 12 year old, what he was getting himself into.  When it was all said and done, I realized A had went and hid 3 aisles over…apparently me yelling and protecting him somehow embarrasses  him, go figure!