books, meat and other sundries

i almost blogged a while back about the funniest thing that happened at work ... then i realized it was one of those 'you had to be there' posts.
but then it happened again
and that's like fate, right?
if you believe in fate.
which i do not
but ...

picture yourself in an independent bookstore.  music is ok (as long as it's not the glee soundtrack.  enough already) lighting is great.  books abound
obviously
you are shelving books, in the fiction section, kind of in your own world, mostly thinking 'i wonder if i should take this book home tonight and try to squeeze in reading', a little bit forgetting that there are people in the store and you are not alone when suddenly your thoughts are interrupted by a voice calling out:

someone forgot their meat

true story.
twice.

... we are conveniently located next to a butcher.