Entry #31: Okra

As of late I've been all about okra. Holy fuck it's delicious.
Two weeks ago I got a couple pieces of freshly picked okra from City Fresh. I ended up being short on oil and way too tired to try and bread it, so I just boiled it in water. I don't even care that it got as slimy as twat: it was fucking fantastic.
So how does this segway into my job as a produce stock clerk? I keep getting customer complaints about product quality, which is definitely an issue at many grocery stores. See, most workers just don't care that much, and it's not a priority of theirs to monitor the quality of the entire department. Back when I worked at a smaller store, I actually had to look through all the expiration dates, parole the entire department looking for bad product, and front all the perishables in the last hour of my shift. At a busier store? No fucking way we have the time to routinely look for bad product, because we're way too rushed trying to finish stocking product and filling any gaps. So who does this duty get passed onto? The morning workers who, apparently even after decades of working in produce, don't do a very neat job; the end result is tons of shit on the floor, total shit. I can't really blame the morning crew, because they're probably feeling just as rushed to fill in gaps and suck the dicks of management pigs. Of course that's when most of the work is done: in the morning before management arrives and late at night after management leaves and the shipment arrives.
So anyways, I've never seen high quality okra, because it's always blackened, spotty, and about the size of a flash drive. The okra at City Fresh was pretty nice, but just a few days ago I went to a farmers market and got some fucking ace command, fucking Top Gun okra. The okra I got is seriously longer than my flacid dick - it's fucking huge.
Four bucks for all of their okra that they picked for that day. Anybody who says farmers markets are expensive are just whiny fuckshits that buy trash quality from Wal-Mart or eat everything out of a can or microwave safe container. Farmers markets aren't expensive, and I'm fucking stoked on okra.