Trust Me, I’m the Butcher
Penguin March 21st, 2007
Last week, I was at the market buying food for Ninja’s birthday party. One of the items on the menu was tacos. The recipe called for 90% lean ground beef. I go over to the meat section and all they have is 80%, 85%, 93% and 96% lean. I manage to catch the butcher and ask him if he had any 90%.
He politely informed me that he didn’t have any and directed me to the 93 and 96, which, according to him, were better.
Not phased, I ask him if I could mix equal parts 85 and 93 to get about 90. And he confirms my theory. Satisfied, I put the two packs of ground beef in my cart and I’m ready to roll.
Just as I start, he shows me a package of 80% and informs me that it’s really 90%, he had relabeled it so it would sell.
Now, I could understand relabeling it so that it’s cheaper, so someone would buy it. But I couldn’t understand, for the life of me, why he would relabel it 80% to make it sell. But, since he was the butcher, I trusted him.
So I get home, I eventually cook it, and my tacos are a swamp of oil and fat.
What’s the point? Everytime I go to the market and look at these packages of meat, how can I trust that they’re labeled what they’re labeled? Even if it ends up being right, how can I ever trust this butcher again?
When someone puts their faith in you, it’s critically important that you don’t do anything to betray that trust. Once gone, it will take a long time to rebuild.
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