There's just something unethical about answering the door to a man saying, "You want to come look at my meat!" (That's some introduction, isn't it ?!)
Can you believe it? I know! Here I am about to run back in the house for the gun, and slummy Ole Jethro starts talking about cooking steak! Thank goodness is all I have to say. I would imagine the look on my face said it all. Cooking was the last thing I figured he had on his mind.I'm sure in fear of screams, he immediately started his backwards redneck sales pitch.
Now tell me, what woman in their right mind is going to answer the door to that and say "Oh sure just come on in and show me your meat." ( I'm a lonely house wife. Just let me put the kid away and you can flop out your meat. Yeah baby! uh..EW!! )
What fool drives around in a beat up pick-up truck selling meat out of a freezer? (A fat, toothless, uneducated one apparently) More importantly who buys meat in a freezer out of a beat up old pick up truck? That's my question. It certainly isn't going to be me! (The guy who showed up with a spray bottle and a rag didn't fool me and neither will you!) Thanks, but I am perfectly happy taking chances with my life, paying full price at the grocery store. Now please get your crappy old junk meat off my property and move it along, before I go all Kung-Fu panda on your a$$!
That does it I'm converting to a vegan and the children will have to have another talk about strangers in the neighborhood.