“I am worried that I have spent too many years at my work so now if I were to try to get a new job it would pay less then what I am getting now. I am also worried that I won’t be able to get any jobs other than those at fast food joints.” Picking up a cart Sam put his bags in the cart and smiled. “Sounds kind of stupid I know but that is what I feel. I never did get a collage degree, family never had the money for that sort of thing.” Sam waved to one of the workers before walking down one of the aisles to the back of the shop.
“The only reason they are still open is because the family has an allergy to the hormones that people put into meat these days. If they don’t make sure they know what is going into their meat they can’t eat it. So there will always be one of Vinny’s kids or grandkids running this place.” Walking up to the butcher’s counter Sam looked over all the different sales they were having. “What good today Tony?” the man behind the counter had curly bright red hair, and a very heroic jaw.
“I would not take the fish today, even if it is on sale. Tom bought it down at the fish market from a new seller, I say it smells off but he insists that it was fresh caught.”