A couple of years ago, my husband and I (and maybe a chromo or two) were heading downstate. We stopped for lunch at a major fast-food franchise. Nothing unusual.
We were sitting in a booth by a window, keeping an eye on our vehicle. What I saw next astounded me.
A big truck pulled into the parking lot. It was a cattle truck. The cows were mooing.
“Is that a cattle truck?” I asked my husband.
“At least we know the beef is fresh,” he replied.
Which is weird because I’ve always heard the burgers weren’t made from real meat.