Now Is the Summer of Packy's Discontent

She has a penchant for chicken salad sandwiches.   But the last sandwich I made for her was with runny Ruth's chicken salad, which was more like soup than salad.  Ruth's is now the chicken version of Curley's Barbecue, which is claimed to be "pulled" but is in essence barbecue soup.  A pox on both of them.

So I went back up the street to Ingles and bought her some chunky chicken salad, brand name, Star's Private Stock.   She hated it and I can understand why.   Many of the chunks in the container were hard to chew.   They were cartilage and gristle:   In other words, leavings.  A pox on them too.   I keep having to leave Ingles and run to Harris Teeter, Trader Joe's, Aldi, Publix, GO Grocery Outlet, and Trantham's in Biltmore.  <SNIFF!>

BTW, piss on little Bob Ingle for selling me a watermelon that was almost tasteless, not sweet, and not fit to eat.   Piss on you, Bob.

Which reminds me:   the judge pronounced judgment on an elderly Italian-American who pleaded to speeding 66 in a 55 and was fined $250, which was a big chunk of his SS check.   The judge bid him on his way, saying "Peace be unto you."

So the little man from the old country replied, "Si Si, judge, peesss on you too, judge.   Peessss on you too!"