The supermarket had a sale on boneless chicken breasts, and I intended to stock up.
At the store, however, I was disappointed to find only a few skimpy pre-packaged portions of the poultry, so I complained to the butcher.
“Don’t worry,” she said, “I’ll pack some more trays and have them ready for you by the time you finish shopping.”
Several aisles later, I heard the lady butcher’s voice boom over the public-address system… “Will the gentleman who was looking for bigger breasts please meet me at the back of the store?”
