My voting story, but not really--
11/03/04 07:39 AM
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Nelly
Reged: 08/06/04
Posts: 4381
Loc: Within stray mortar fire of DC
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So I voted last night, then as it was only 4pm and I had the rest of the day off, I thought HEY! Free afternoon! And I went to a bar and poolhall by where I live, and ordered a yummy steak. There was a very drunk, burly man next to me at the bar, with stuffed animals in front of him, which he said he'd won in one of those automatic crane machines. He offered me a stuffed mouse in a ballerina outfit, and asked me how my steak was.
He told me he was a meat cutter who worked in a supermarket across the street. Then he told me about how many steaks there were, depending on the cut of meat you chose, and at one point diagrammed how he would cut up a cow, using my body for reference.
These are the ribeyes, he'd say, and poke my back. The neck is the tenderest, he'd add, and touch my neck. The shanks, tenderloin, and so on.
This is a guy who knows how to get rid of a body, I thought.
We talked animatedly about the election for a couple of hours, then I went home. Got home at my "usual" hour too, and had a funny story to tell! 
~nelly~ I vote, I eat steak.
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