I was at SoulFire practice until fairly late last night; we're preparing for the December 4th concert and hitting some new numbers pretty hard... plus spending a lot of time re-tweaking our sound settings because they're getting scrambled by the people practicing for the Christmas play.
Afterwards, even though it was late, I needed some things at the grocery store, so I stopped at the Hy-Vee by the airport. At the meat case I was examining the pork roasts to find just the one I wanted, when about ten feet down (near the turkeys) a young, nice-looking man with long curly hair and a thick Bosnian accent asked me, "Where the toorkeys?"
I looked up, a little startled. He looked at me, and I pointed to the turkeys right next to him. "The turkeys are right there, in front of you."
"No, no," he insisted. "Toorkey neck. Toorkey guts."
Ah, I thought. He's looking for giblets. I walked to the turkey section and pointed to the only giblets I found, a package of gizzards. "Gizzards?" I said.
"Oh, yes!" he exclaimed. "No necks?"
I poked around, but saw none. "I don't see any, I'm sorry."
He clasped my hand to his lips and kissed it firmly. "Tank you, tank you veddy much."
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