I was having a conversation with Nancy this evening, who is also my manager. We often talk shop at 11pm because we don't have time for a debrief during the insanity of our normal day. Tonight, while discussing special pickups by our donations crew, this conversation occurred:
Nancy: "It has to go through Faye because I never know when the trucks will be in use, or there will be too many pickups that day, or a food emergency might come up."
Me: "Oh, you mean like a semi drops off an entire load of green beans (it happens, people)?"
Nancy: "More like if the forest ranger calls us about fresh roadkill so we can send the truck up with people to get it."
Me: "We eat roadkill? That explains the "mystery meat" in the fridge."
Nancy: "Oh yeah, we have guys that go up for fresh meat, skin it, chop it up right there, and then we have a butcher in town who will process it right away at a moment's notice. That's where most of our hamburger and stew meat come from."
Me: "Hmm....so, what about the steelhead in the freezer?"
I'm guessing he was too slow.
