My recent conversation with a cafe owner in a northern town of Stoke On Trent that has on its menu 'vegetable pie and chips' , 'meat pie and chips'..
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What's in the meat pie?
Meat.
What sort of meat?
Cooked meat.
No, I mean what type of meat?
What do you mean?
You know, is it chicken or beef or pork?
I dunno.
What do you mean you don't know?
I dunno, depends on who took it out of the freezer.
Well surely you would know cos it would be on the packet?
Oh.. I'll just check.. I think it's steak and kidney.
Oh, have you got any chicken pies?
I'll have to check...
Don't people ever ask you what's in the pie?
Well you have.
Yeah, I know that, l mean other customers?
No not usually.
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I decided to eat somewhere else..
(pronounced: equal-sequel) "I suffered for my art.. now it's your turn"
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If you asked every time you ordered grub, you'd never eat fast food again. I shudder to think at some of the horrors I've scoffed on my way home from the pub.
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f'narr, f'naar.
I'm not locked in here with you, you are locked in here with me.