So a guy walks into a bar...
I bet you anything he stole it from the co-op! The round corner is a total co-op bar.
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12 comments:
That dude totally tried to sell me meat once. Or maybe it was another stolen meat seller. I might not be above buying stolen property, but he should try his scam with something non-perishable.
how did he approach you? did he have it tucked inside his trench coat?
If anyone sees Jay, let him know that we're all doing the Racer 5 you-keep-the-glass-we-spit-in-the-glass pint night at Swabbie's. Only $6.75 for refills!
I think it's hysterical that all the comments are about Poverty Ridge.
If you spit in the glass, how can anyone tell the difference?
Ed
I beleive he had a bunch of ribs in a cardboard box. Well, they were packaged and sealed. It'd be great if it was just a box of ribs. Anyways, he pointed out that the expiration date was the next day so they were legit, and I pointed out a cardboard box isn't proper cold storage.
Also happening in the neighborhood today. I walked out the door this morning at 7am to see the whole next block surrounded by SWAT. They had a warrant for swastika man and wanted to make sure he wasn't going to come out with all his guns blazing.
Jeddy (from the block)
"Swastika Man" Midtown character in the making?
Reminds me of John Waters' talk at the Crest--he mentioned the Baltimore tradition of the "meat man," a guy who went door-to-door taking orders for meat that he would later steal from the supermarket. Just more evidence that Sacramento is, in some ways, Baltimore West.
Even better is the tale an acquaintance related about life in North Highlands: a neighborhood crack addict shoplifted a pack of hot dogs and went door to door, offering hot dogs for sale, freshly roasted with the pocket blowtorch he also used for his crack pipe.
would you call that "blow-roasting" Bill?
I'd call it "bloasting" because it sounds even worse. It sounds like something you'd pay a crack addict to do.
recaptcha: squists. That's what you call a hot dog after bloasting it.
Why was the state Insurance Commissioner trying to sell stolen meat at the Round Corner?
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