Five frozen chickens, two steaks, one catnip and one squeaky toy, and a purple bucket please.

So, I was told about this store.  I heard it was a fun insanity of pet food store meets wholesale food distributers.  It was, and it was awesome.  My glee could barely be contained.  I spoke to the employee/manager/owner (?) and placed my meat order while wandering up and down aisles looking at a strange and wonderful mix of 8 gallon buckets of laundry soap, cat food, dog food, bird food tiny bottles of ketchup, and my nemesis of condiments-the premixed mustard and relish (it is NOT good and it IS different- blegh).  The best part of the experience was in the middle of it all were stacks of red garbage cans marked FOREIGN TRASH.  Thankfully, this was not some some scary racist display; it was yet another service this outfit provides to foreign oil tankers. And my “holy crap something else I never thought about before this moment” moment of the day. 
I like days which are not overly exciting; however please understand they don’t always lead to great writing material.

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