This is Alpha, the first-born, when he was 2YO.
This is Beta, the second-born, when he was about 2YO.
This is Gamma, the third-born, when he was about 18MO.
Deli Dilemma
Feb
23
2017
Here is how it usually goes whenever I do the grocery shopping and getting some meat or cheese from the deli counter is on the list.
Deli Lady: How would you like that cut?
Me: Thin please.
(Deli Lady turns a dial to a random setting, cuts a sample slice, and holds it out for me to see.)
Deli Lady: How is that?
Me: That’s fine.
I don’t know if everyone’s definition of “thin slice” is different, or if she’s testing me, or if she doesn’t care about anything, but there seems to be no correlation between what I say and what I get.
And it doesn’t matter anyway, because no matter what she shows me, I’m going to say it’s fine. Because I don’t feel like interacting any more than necessary.
Which is also why I will accept her offer to eat the sample. Not because I actually want to, but because I know if I decline, there will be another round of interaction – something along the lines of “Are you sure?”
When he had cut the ram into its pieces, Moses offered up the head and the pieces and the suet in smoke.
Leviticus 8:20
This little article thingy was written by Some Guy sometime around 6:45 am and has been carefully placed in the Life category.
February 23rd, 2017 at 5:12 pm
Wait, did I write this post?
February 24th, 2017 at 7:40 am
To complete the experience, the self check-out lane computer asks you if you’ve found everything.
March 4th, 2017 at 9:54 am
I’m guessing she does that so when you’re not happy with the thinness when she hands it to you, it’s your fault.
March 6th, 2017 at 12:00 pm
True, but if there were an objective system – where I could know what the settings meant – then they wouldn’t need to check with me. It would be my fault because they would cut to the specification that I entered. And I would be happy with it because I would enter what I wanted. No negotiations needed.