While I was on my way back from Church Camp For Grownups (and kids) yesterday, when we were about to approach Hiptastic Capitol City, I called home to give an ETA to my waiting family. The following conversation took place:

Other Equal Half: "Guess what I just did?"

Me: "I can't guess. What did you just do?"

OEH: "A guy came through the neighborhood with a truck selling meat. I bought some."

Me: "I'm sorry, I must have lost the signal for a second there. What did you say?"

OEH: "I said I just bought some meat from a guy with a truck."

Me: (Fighting off a mental picture of a guy in a trenchcoat driving a rusty flatbed) "You bought meat from a guy in a truck????? Ha ha. Very funny."

OEH: "No really. I did."

Me: "How much truck meat did you buy?"(laughter in the background, as my traveling companion cannot resist listening in)

OEH: "$167 worth."

Me: "Let me get this straight. A guy drives in to Lake Park with a truck, hauling meat, and you spend a whole week of grocery money on it. Truck meat???? You expect me to eat meat from a truck???"

OEH goes one to explain that it was a refrigerated truck, individually frozen meat, and there was a glossy, full-color brochure from the company, should we run out of truck meat and need to order more.

He did go on to mention that the peculiar thing to him was that the man asked him to write the check not to the company, but to him personally.

Me: "Gee, I hope the meat isn't stolen. Check CNN for an APB for stolen meat, and a guy posing as a truck meat salesman."

OEH: "Are you making fun of me?"

For dinner tonight: bacon-wrapped trucksteaks. I'll let you know how they taste.