That’s One Big Bone To Pick With You

I’m a butcher at a meat and seafood market. A customer looks at our display and then almost starts foaming at the mouth.

Customer: “How dare you!”

Me: “Uh, sir?

Customer: “How daaaaare you!”

Me: “Sir, what’s the problem?”

Customer: “You’re selling dog meat! That’s… that’s… reprehensible!”

Me: “Sir, we don’t sell any such… ah…”

I see what he’s pointing to.

Me: “Sir, those are bags of mixed lamb and beef bones; we label them as doggy bones for the dogs to chew on. They’re not dog bones.”

The customer glares at me for a moment before looking at some of the bones on display and realizing it would be a bit of a stretch for a dog to be that big.

Customer: “Well, then I want a discount on the lamb chops for stressing me out so much!”

And THAT is how we had to add an extra line to the sign saying: “Doggy bones: bones for the dogs, NOT dog bones.”