Gizzard Man

I recently stood in line at the grocery store, waiting behind a red-faced man who was returning some fried chicken gizzards. He was livid about said gizzards, and was quite impatient with all the other customers who were wasting his time by buying postage stamps and money orders. I really thought he might have a stroke before his turn came up. When it did, he threw down the package and ranted about having paid for chicken LIVERS, and receiving GIZZARDS instead. “I can’t imagine anybody being so stupid,” he railed, “as to not know the difference between livers and gizzards!” I found myself thinking that anyone who eats either chicken livers or chicken gizzards probably doesn’t have the most discriminating palette, anyway. She refunded his purchase – I swear this is true – a whopping $1.05! As I stepped up next and tried to comfort her, Gizzard Man went up to another employee and starting ranting to him. Now picture this – this clown discovers the problem, turns off the COPS show he’s watching, climbs into his truck, drives clear back to store, smelling the offending fried chicken innards all the way there, to get back $1.05? He spent three times that in gas to just have something to complain about. Some people ought never to have been born. I think scripture says something like that.