My parents, my mother in particular has a long history of not believing me when I tell her something. It doesn't matter what it is, she just assumes I am wrong and anybody else is correct...especially if that someone else is a male. Her mother was the same way. So I guess it's hereditary, or maybe it's just because mom is of the last genration to think men must have all the answers.
Anywho I was trying to get the pool clean. We didn't open it until last Wednesday because mom said not to. More on this monumental headache later.
Mom almost bought $138 worth of frozen steak and fish from '2 niggaz in a pickup truck' today. I think my blood pressure went through the roof. The guys worked for some shyster company, the name was neatly printed on the side of the truck to give an air of legitimacy.
I looked at the meat but it didn't look fresh, even though it was frozen and cryo-vac'd which is like being hermetically sealed. The website was on the side of the truck so I quick looked it up and found all sorts of complaints! I printed out one and mom didnt believe me! She listened to that shyster salesman. She believed some black man off the street over ME!!!! I was PISSED OFF!
I went back and printed out 3 different complaints and finally she believed me. She grudgingly made them take the meat out of the freezer in the garage. Luckily she had yet to give them a check.
Let me tell you, I was LIVID! When I tell you something is a SCAM and provide proof of said scam, then Damn It you better believe me and do as I say.
Whatever you do, DO NOT buy anything from The Cattle Exchange! The company is real, but the product is substandard and it's basically just a scam. They come door to door selling frozen steaks, burgers, fish, shrimp and I think they had some pork chops. Best part of the scam it's not a freezer truck. It's a pickup with a freezer in the back of it. The kind you bend over and reach into, that you buy at Sears. What is this plugged into? It was 3 PM when they got to us, how long had it been unplugged? Since 8 AM or 9AM? Meh, no thank you.
Bottom Line: When I tell you the berries are ripe, get your basket and start picking.
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