Twice in the last couple of months I've had a young man knock on the door and pose the following query:
"Hey, man. Do you like steak?"
Uhhh, yeah. I do. A lot.
I just don't like to buy it from a fellow canvassing my neighborhood in jeans and a hooded sweatshirt who's willing to go as low as $3.00.
I don't know what $3.00 will buy me. Our business relationship hasn't ever gone that far. Maybe someday, I'll learn just what cut the mysterious bargain meat is...