Dear "Butcher" at Upscale Organic Chain,
You're the most expensive store in town, generally about 10% higher than the immediate competition. And yet, when I ask for two-thirds (2/3, .67) of a pound of ground beef, you give me more than three quarters (3/4. .75) of a pound.
What the fuck? I tried to make it easier for you by not asking for "point six" pounds, which can confuse some people, but you still fuck it up. The most basic task at the meat counter, weighing ground beef.
Then when I ask you to give me less, you take off a tiny amount and try to sell me the same giant pile of meat! Now I'm annoyed, and I say, "just give me half a pound," since the concept of thirds is clearly too much for you.
So what do you do? You haul the entire sheet of butcher paper up on the scale like a punk. So not only do I have to buy less meat than I wanted, I have to also pay for the fucking GIANT PIECE OF PAPER for five bucks a pound, which means even less meat.
Then just to show your "professionalism," you do a shitty job wrapping and labeling it, which just makes life harder for the checkout girl as she has to try to scan it.
Just fuck you. I like my butchers, I treat them with respect. You're an embarrassment to the profession who can't even WEIGH GROUND BEEF properly.
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