Re: Sheep and Cattle export.
Short version of a previous post. Noel #12.
I and my cabin mate missed our ship in Buenos Aries which had gone up to Rosario and would return in five days to B.A.. So, my mate and I got a job as sweepers and moppers in the kill floor of the slaughterhouse. We puked our guts up and couldn't hold food down, because our minds would flash on the scene of hell we had seen. So we were transferred to the refer room and froze our ass off. We couldn't travel across country because Ava Peron had just died, and the country was in an uproar.
The best story I heard was from a meat salesman that would come into the kitchen where I was Executive Chef, and he would come into my office, and we would have coffee while I was putting the order together. He was royally pissed. He had just bought a new Crombie overcoat. A class of agriculture students arrived to take a tour through the meat plant. He took them to the kill floor first. There were a dozen females and one male student, as a steer was coming up the ramp, he raised his arm and pointed just as the steer was killed and the male student upchucked and vomited his breakfast all across the salesmen's arm of his brand-new Crombie camel-hair overcoat. he was fainting so his flow got the arm and down all the back of his coat. He said he wished he could slap a couple of hooks through his tendons and run him through the system for steaks, chops and roasts. The coat was ruined.
His prices were a bit off, so I was going to give him a pass on a meat order that week, but I didn't have the heart. That would have really made his day.
Cheers, Rodney
Last edited by Rodney Mills; 26th May 2024 at 06:36 PM.
Rodney David Richard Mills
R602188 Gravesend