Cobs and Guts
During my training years, I got to work on every department within food retail. This particular month I was assigned to the deli, a job I really enjoyed.

Customers were usually really pleasant and you could have quite a good natter as you were serving them half a pound of Billy Bear or whatever their meaty pleasures were.

Now we also did raw meats, bacon, sausage and certain types of gizzardy entrails. Serving this usually meant scooping up a big spoonful of the bloody, gelatinous goop, slapping it in a polystyrene pot and weighing the offending mess. It didn't sell particularly well.

One surprising Saturday, a rather alarming looking man sidled up to the counter and requested a pot of liver, raw liver.

No problem. Filled the pot, weighed it, £2 something or other, and gave it to the customer.

Now, most people would have placed the item in their trolley, and trundled off around the aisles to finish their shopping.

Instead, this particular gentleman ripped open a fresh crusty cob, filled it with said liver, and proceeded to eat the lot in front of us deli girls.

As we stood there agog, bits of bloody crust were scattered far and wide, droplets of masticated blood and liver sprayed over the front of the counter, and a large pool of it splodged to the ground.

The "customer" wheeled round and thanked us, his horrifying red gaping maw causing the cheese girl to chunder her guts up, then pranced off towards the checkouts with bits of innards plastered into his beard.

It truly was an offal experience.
( Scary Mary The D'oh Fairy, Sun 7 Sep 2008, 15:39, 3 replies)

sorry
I was hungry and you didn't have any monkey brains
(Halfy By light alone, Sun 7 Sep 2008, 15:42, closed)

I love you
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(Merrep, Sun 7 Sep 2008, 15:54, closed)

I love you too.
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(powervator and NONE SHALL PASS, Sun 7 Sep 2008, 21:50, closed)