Linda Zajac

I just returned from the butcher. Apparently, this is the week for weird requests. The woman behind the counter mentioned this past week a man came in asking for a pancreas. She asked what he needed it for. He told her his vet said if his dog didn't eat one, it would die. She was laughing and didn't believe that story and thought he might have been a teacher. Anyhow, upon finding clean machines in the back, the butcher was nice enough to slice open a prime rib and collect the blood for me. Thankfully, there was only one elderly gentleman in the store who now thinks I am a very weird.