There’s a crowd at the meat counter where two men stand holding a package of hamburger.
“Oh Lord Jesus!” a heavy black woman cries, her hand going to her mouth. Her two small children look up at her. The boy grabs his mother’s dress and pulls.
“What’s wrong mama? What’s wrong?”
The girl, a young teen bends over the meat case and looks at the meat. When she straightens up again her eyes are big and her eyebrows raised. She shakes her head as she looks at her mother.
They move off as the two men continue to hold the package of hamburger.
“This is getting to be like going to the gas station,” one says, holding the package up.
“Five dollars for a pound of hamburger and most of that is going to go to fat,” he said.
The crowd moves away. The two men remain, sorting through each package.
“Cheaper to go to McDonalds,” one says.
“Cheaper to kill a cow and butcher it ourselves,” his friend says.
“It’s just going to get worse. They’ll be a time coming when that’s going to cost $10.”
They stare at the package then put it back into the case.
I pick through the packages and find what I need. In the parking lot after I’ve checked out I see the two men again.
“Did you buy it?” one asks.
“You must be rich,” he laughs.
I laugh back.
“No, just hungry.”