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I worked at a grocery store deli in the late '80s, and the deli manager grew up in the depression. She'd proudly tell us how her family ate "everything on the pig but the squeal."
One day, I was told to prepare the chickens for the roaster/spit thingie. I grabbed the case of chicken out of the cooler, and on opening it, was bowled over by the smell. It was a week outdated, and turning GREEN. The deli manager told me to wash it off in cold water and proceed.
I told her I wouldn't. She could do it herself if she wanted it done.
When I got home from work, I called and reported it to the health department.
Also, don't buy the cubes of cheese and pepperoni sticks. They just pare the mold off the bigger chunks and repackage it.
The sandwich spread made in the deli is leftover from the ends of meat chunks that are too small to slice. We always left out the head cheese and souse. That part's not too bad, but in order to make it look more pink and fresh, we were instructed to put in a couple boxes of cherry Jell-O powder...
I've got many, MANY more stories about grocery store delis and bakeries that would make you puke.
One day, I was told to prepare the chickens for the roaster/spit thingie. I grabbed the case of chicken out of the cooler, and on opening it, was bowled over by the smell. It was a week outdated, and turning GREEN. The deli manager told me to wash it off in cold water and proceed.
I told her I wouldn't. She could do it herself if she wanted it done.
When I got home from work, I called and reported it to the health department.
Also, don't buy the cubes of cheese and pepperoni sticks. They just pare the mold off the bigger chunks and repackage it.
The sandwich spread made in the deli is leftover from the ends of meat chunks that are too small to slice. We always left out the head cheese and souse. That part's not too bad, but in order to make it look more pink and fresh, we were instructed to put in a couple boxes of cherry Jell-O powder...
I've got many, MANY more stories about grocery store delis and bakeries that would make you puke.
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I was in 10th grade. We were all especially interested in the shuttle program, as our 10th grade Geometry teacher, Mr. Markel, had been in the running for the program.
I was standing in the library, next to Mr. Markel, watching the television, when it exploded. Mr. Markel ran from the room crying.
I was standing in the library, next to Mr. Markel, watching the television, when it exploded. Mr. Markel ran from the room crying.
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A month ago, my dad passed very quickly of cancer, with my mother, brother, and me at his side. Dad was agnostic, and my brother is struggling with the thought that he will never see his dad again in the afterlife. I'm hoping to find some insight that might help us all process his death.