June 24, 2008

The Meat Truck Carnies

The meat truck carnies are back. They spied me doing a little yoga through the office window before I sat down to work and the rest was on. There was no escaping them. I didn’t buy anything, but I knew I had to listen. That man was out of his truck faster than I could untwine my arms. Today it wasn’t so much about the beef as it was the chicken and seafood. They weren’t the same guys from before, not even probably the same company, but I’m getting to where I enjoy talking to them. What does this say about me?

posted by in anecdotes, food, vehicles | * | 6 comments 

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  1. Cindy Scroggins on June 24th, 2008 at 12:27 pm

    You’re a writer.

  2. Sheila Ryan on June 24th, 2008 at 12:35 pm

    You work in an office in your home.

  3. Andrew Simone on June 24th, 2008 at 12:44 pm

    Damn, both my responses stolen.

  4. Amy Mabli on June 24th, 2008 at 1:36 pm

    the fresh fruit carnies spied me doing some belly dance and tried to put the hard sell on me

  5. carl on June 24th, 2008 at 10:03 pm

    do they smell like cabbage? do you?

  6. 9 Hour Meat Sale : clusterflock on March 3rd, 2010 at 5:38 pm

    [...] truck in sight, nor no carnies neither, so I resisted the sirens’ [...]

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