Mr. Pickle’s Meat Shop
You walk up to the counter in Mr. Pickle’s Meat Shop, and try a sample of the jerky while you wait for someone to appear.
You: “Gah, this jerky tastes like a dried-out pickle that some homeless guy was sucking on.”
Mr. Pickle emerges from the back room. “Figgypudding, how pleasant. What can I get for you? Pickled steak? Pickle-chops? Pickled hamburger?”
You: “That won’t be necessary. I just want to know if the hot, adulterous wife has been through here.”
Mr. Pickle: “Hmmm, not that I recall. Business hasn’t been so good lately.”
You (under your breath): “I wonder why.”
Mr. Pickle: “What was that?”
You: “Nothing. Well thank you anyways. Guess I’ll try someplace else.”
You plot your next move.