what's for dinner?

so, while exiting bart at glen park today i rode the escalator behind a nice looking asian woman.  she wore a cheetah print fleece, her hair was cut in a flattering bob, and she appeared to be in her mid- to late forties.  in her hands she had several grocery bags, one of which contained a brown paper bag inside the plastic one she carried.  that's nice, i thought, she looks like a nice mom who's probably going home to make a lovely dinner for her family.  i envisioned a dinner table with people around it, enjoying a meal together.  i started to feel a bit homesick for my own family and for my mom's cooking.  that's when, as we approached the top of the escalator, whatever was in the aforementioned paper bag started moving.  or should i say, based on the noises and the jerking the bag made, that's when it started flailing.  it continued in this way for several more seconds, and then stopped by the time we disembarked at the turnstiles.  great, i thought, that lady's going to go home and chop the head off of whatever's for dinner tonight.  which then caused me to envision the nice lady brandishing a butcher knife, and wonder how she would get dinner to hold still so that she could get a nice clean cut.  or perhaps it was a lobster, which produced the image of the nice lady looming behind a vat of boiling water, tossing the creature in and chopping vegetables as it wailed.  by the time i got home i was quite shaken, and wondered who i could really trust.  how many nice ladies are out there, going home to decapitate or boil alive something for dinner?  how many?

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[Gabe]

More than you know....
More than you know...

The only thing I could think of is it was either lobster or crab. They give you that stuff live. Or maybe a live fish. Some places will give you that live. I think.

Then again I'm a bachelor who's idea of dinner is either Campbell's chunky soup or ramen. So, for all I know they could serve elephants live and I wouldn't have a clue. Makes you wonder what exactly is the meat in those Dinty Moore cans, doesn't it?
.....
..Oh wait, it's just beef.

[Marc Mango]

Oh my god! You are hilarious!