Ever hear a knock on your door and see this random guy and look in the driveway and see a truck with a freezer on the back? I have.
My family buys meat in bulk off of a truck. The company we buy from is Culinary Gold Meats. We bought from another company previously but I cannot remember the name of it. I do not eat meat so this process is evil to me.
Here's how it happens:
This huge ex-marine shows up in shorts, combat boots, a long sleeve shirt, and sweat dripping down his forehead. Why is he sweating you ask? Because he's excited about the sale he's going to give us. We never use our front door so when the doorbell rings, you know meat is a-comin. The man asks if my mom and dad are interested in stocking up on meat.
Side note: my parents bought a humongous freezer to support their meat addiction.
If my parents say yes, the man goes to his truck and pulls out boxes of meat. Usually, he grabs the chicken and beef packages. He also carries pork and seafood. My father cannot eat green peppers and most of the seafood contains peppers so we never look at that package. Figures, the only package I like is the one they don't buy. But, I'm never home for dinner so I can't blame them.
Once he brings the boxes inside, he unloads all of this frozen meat onto our kitchen table. I look in disgust. My parents are trying to calculate how much they can bring down the price. The man describes the food, still sweating profusely, and then tells my parents what kind of deal they can get.
"If you buy the beef package today, I'll give you the chicken package for free!"
His loud voice echoes through the house. He gets excited. My mom plays hardball. She always talks down the price.
Side note: When I was going to buy a Chase Utley signed baseball bat, I brought her and didn't say a word. I knew she would get me the best possible deal. My mom's a bargainer.
The meat man curses in front of my mother, which we find inappropriate, but laugh along with it. Once they settle on a price, my mom fills out the check. The meat man says that once he puts the meat on his truck, he doesn't take it back to the company. He has to sell what he gets because he pays a flat rate up front.
After the deal is done, we get awkward handshake/hugs. You know, those hugs that start as a handshake but then the other person goes in for a hug unexpectedly.
Then the meat man shows us pictures of his son who is blonde haired and blue eyed. He feels the need to explain to us that his wife is Polish and German and he is Italian and Puerto Rican that is why his son doesn't look like him.