“This is weird,” the cashier said, picking up the first of the items I had placed on the counter. “Why does it say “rabbit” here?”
“Because it is,” I explained.
“What do you mean?”
“It’s a rabbit.”
“Like, an actual rabbit?” the cashier asked. When I nodded, she started making gagging sounds.
“My parents tried to palm one off on me about 40 years ago when I was a little kid but I knew at once it wasn’t chicken. Bleh!” the cashier shared.
I looked at the rest of my purchases, saw gooseberries, fresh tiger figs, Kevita, grapeseed oil, chicken livers, pluots and daikon and realized this was going to be another long checkout.

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