Last week was a pretty rough week for some folks. First, there was the woman who thought it was a good idea to handle her mouse problem with a gun, and now there’s this little piece out of Tampa, Florida: A woman waiting in line at a meat market had her fingertip bitten off in a “cat fight” with another customer. Allegedly, the argument was over who was going to get their meat first. The result: Anyone care for a finger sandwich?
This is all just a tad too ironic. I bet losing that fingertip hurt—perhaps even as much as it hurts piglets to have their tails cut off, baby chickens to have their sensitive beaks cut off, or calves to be burned with a hot iron and have their horns cut off—all without any painkillers. Yeah, I bet that feels like a day at the spa.
Let’s work for the day when a news story is about sparing a thought for the real victims who suffered greatly for the meat behind that counter.
Posted by Jennifer Cierlitsky