As I mentioned before, I work in a grocery store.  We have a trainee in our store, who has a training classmate who works in the Geist store in Indianapolis.  Geist is part of Indy, but it's the ritzy area around the Geist reservoir, the kind of place where you might get arrested if you walk through a neighborhood in something less than a tuxedo.  Bob and Tom live in that area, if that tells you anything.

So the day before Thanksgiving, this classmate of our trainee walks in the store at 7 am.  Apparently she is not a morning person, and she is slogging through her morning coffee.  She is inside not five minutes when she is paged to the meat shop.  Coffee in hand, she goes through the back room to the meat shop.

She finds the Head Meat Cutter rolling on the floor, laughing so hard he could barely talk.  He says "You've gotta talk to this woman, I can't do it!"

So she goes onto the floor and finds this well dressed, well-to-do woman in her thirties broiling in her $200 shoes.  She reaches into her purse and says, "I bought a hen turkey!  What is this?"  She pulls out a long, fleshy, quivering piece of meat and thrusts it at the trainee.

Well, the trainee, having been warned, manages not to engage in floor-rolling laughter herself and says, "That's a turkey neck, ma'am."

The customer puts the turkey neck back in her purse, turns 13 shades of red, and leaves without another word.

The trainee then goes back to talk to the Head Meat Cutter again.  He, by now back on his feet, says that what probably really pissed the woman off was when he told her, "Ma'am, you're giving that turkey way to much credit".

People never fail to amaze me.