We buy beef and pork from The Meat Shop here in Phoenix. Grass-fed Angus beef and grain-fed Yorkshire pork. It's good to shop local whenever you can. Besides, it's better.

Anyways, I was standing at the checkout and the clerk asked me "How are you today" and I replied "Fine, thank you."
There was a man behind me who chimed in with "Then you must not need a heart transplant."
"It's funny you should mention that," I said, adding that I was a transplant nurse at a hospital in this region.
"You probably won't be doing many of those now," he said, in reference to recent controversy regarding our governor's removal of transplant coverage from the Arizona state medicaid program. The powers-that-be are continuing to go back-and-forth on this issue. A couple people have died; they were initially eligible for coverage, then died after they had it cut by Governor Brewer. It looked bad politically so some AHCCCS transplant coverage has been renewed, I think.
"Well," I said, "They have insurance." Meaning that you don't get transplants without insurance.
"You must be a Republican then if you think everybody has insurance," he said.
"FUCK YOU!" I replied. "Don't EVER call me a Republican!" I was bristling.
The clerk asked me to cool it, but I had already mopped up by proclaiming "Patients have DIED because of Republicans!" About fifteen people stopped what they were doing to watch. Time stood still.
I guess I had misunderstood the guy. He was really of the same mind as me.
I took my bag and went out, but I went back in and apologized to him. He took me to his car because he wanted to show me his bumper-stickers. He opened the driver-side door of his Camry saying "I have to take this one off or Republicans will scratch my car," and he produced a normal-sized but rubber-magnet styled bumper-sticker that read "AZ GOP = KKK." We shook hands and made up.
He was an older dude. He explained that he was a small-business owner who was familiar with the problem of providing insurance for his workers. He seemed like a salt-of-the-earth pretty nice guy. Lifelong Democratic sort.
Then I went home, sliced up the green, red, and yellow bell peppers, some onion, cooked the rice, and finished making dinner.