Jimmy Rankin Meats out on Lapeer Rd. is one of my favorite places to go. The meat is amazing, and the staff is so helpful and kind. Jimmy himself is just about the sweetest person ever. I had a catering gig in January that I needed a couple of Top Rounds for. He hooked me up, gave me a great deal, and even gave me some pointers on cooking it. He took a load off my mind, and the meat was incredible. So usually my trips there are fun filled (samples!) and enjoyable. Well, a while back, Chris and I wanted to load the freezer up, so we headed over to Rankin. As I pulled in, we couldn't help but notice a gigantic extended cab F-350 that basically took up 3 parking spaces. As I slunk up next to the beast and parked, I couldn't help but feel like a spec of dust on the pavement. The rear bumper was above eye level as I sat in the car. I should have known this couldn't be a good sign. We went in, and the wonder of the meat market swept me away, and all was forgotten. We paid for our mighty load, and walked out to the spec of dust. As we were getting ready to back out, we noticed an older gentleman walk out of the market and climb into the beast. Chris and I looked at each other like "that's the cowboy?". Indeed it was. He started up the beast as I backed out. I swung the car around and was waiting to pull out onto Lapeer Rd. I looked in the rear view mirror just in time to see the beast swallowing up the entire back end of our poor little car! I screamed and honked the horn to no avail. The beast had eaten. Chris got out of the car while I sat boiling in my rotten anger. Stupid Cowboy! Stupid Big Truck! Chris and the cowboy assessed the damage. I couldn't hear anything over the ringing in my mad hot ears. Chris came back to the car and asked if I wanted to look at it. He said it wasn't anything, a little crack in the magic plastic that they make cars out of these days. I said NO LET'S JUST GO! He looked at me like I was a crazy person. He went back to the cowboy, a heard Chris laugh and shake hands with the car crushing cowboy. He got in the car and wondered what my problem was. What is my problem? MY PROBLEM? Well, I am a hormonal woman who can change personalities faster than changing my mind. I was furious and didn't know why. We were fine. The car was fine. I was just pissed. So there. Chris then played out the scenario as he saw it: Old guy tells his wife he's got to mail something, so he jumps in the beast and heads out. He is really on a mission to get his Meat Stick Fix, so he heads to Rankin to satisfy the craving. He gets his snack, and is ready to enjoy it on the ride home. He has to finish all of them before his wife finds out where he really went. He is in meat stick heaven, when HOLY HELL! He bumps into us. Then I go crazy and ruin his Meat Stick Fix. He feels bad all day, and even now, he questions the trip to Rankin, and how bad does he really wants those meat sticks? I think Chris over thinks most things, and was adding a little sap to his story, but I still think of this day and my poor behavior and hang my head. I wish I could find Mr. Cowboy and apologize for being an ass. And the meat sticks would be on me.
J~
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