Davo's Little Something
“Bob Davis scooped them up off the wooden block and placed them on the stainless steel tray sitting on the rubber rollers in front of him. From there one of the girls would weigh, price and pack them into small white polystyrene trays, to be heat-sealed with Glad wrap and stacked in the refrigerated display cabinet at the front of the supermarket butcher shop.
‘Righto,’ he said, flicking a few bone splinters off his hands and turning to Len Thompson the butcher shop manager. That’s the last of the lamb chops. I might split those two pigs.’ Just then Irene Van Heeden the head packer came in through the swinging glass door that separated the butchery from the supermarket. ‘We could do with some more T-bones out there,’ she said, looking at Len Thompson. ‘There’s only about half a dozen left.’ ‘I might as well do that,’ said Bob Davis. ‘I was gonna break up those rumps and loins anyway.’ Len grunted something in approval without moving his eyes from the topside he was slicing up with a hu...ge steak knife on the block next to Bob.MoreLess
‘Righto,’ he said, flicking a few bone splinters off his hands and turning to Len Thompson the butcher shop manager. That’s the last of the lamb chops. I might split those two pigs.’ Just then Irene Van Heeden the head packer came in through the swinging glass door that separated the butchery from the supermarket. ‘We could do with some more T-bones out there,’ she said, looking at Len Thompson. ‘There’s only about half a dozen left.’ ‘I might as well do that,’ said Bob Davis. ‘I was gonna break up those rumps and loins anyway.’ Len grunted something in approval without moving his eyes from the topside he was slicing up with a hu...ge steak knife on the block next to Bob.MoreLess
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