Sam the Heat Meat Cutter Man
My husband used to work in a grocery store
Way up inside the freezer of a place known as Michigan
It was bitterly cold up there from November through February
You could get frostbite inside your house
This grocery store had a wonderful employee, the head meat cutter
Others could be fired all day long, but not this one.
We will call him Sam because if I call him T.J. he might sue me.
So T.J. I mean Sam would take a bite out of all meat, and declare it good.
The store had a policy. If your meat was bad, they would refund you money.
With Sam around, it never happened. Sam was a gift. He could eat anything.
If you left a T-bone outside for three weeks, and it got rancid and had maggots
Sam would still take a bite out of it and declare it was okay, yummy in fact.
The store had a reputation for never giving back a meat refund.
And it was all thanks to T.J. I mean Sam.
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