Only Has Beef With Your Beef

(The leather store, which sells unfinished leather, craft supplies, etc., that I train in is next door to a very excellent little restaurant. The manager has strung a rope, clothesline-style, across the store above head level to hang the cowhide rugs on. A lady who had been eating lunch next door comes in after lunch to see what we sell. She looks around, and then spots the cow hide rugs hanging from their clothesline. She gets a look of horror.)

Customer: “That’s horrible! Those are from animals! You shouldn’t be allowed to sell awful things like that!”

(She was so horrified that she actually threw up. Specifically, she threw up HER HAMBURGER.)