The Metra Diaries: Meat Man

Last Friday, I jump on the train and am just about to enjoy my "Happy Hour" bourbon when I glance over and notice a cash transaction taking place. My immediate thought is drugs, but I can't imagine these morons are actually selling drugs right out in the open like that. I then come to find out that the guy sitting across the aisle from me is selling frozen meat. No kidding. He has a cardboard box with some obscure butcher's name on it and the scroungiest looking duffel bag I've ever seen; both of which are filled with what appear to be frozen steaks and chops. Now I am as trusting as the next guy, but there is no fucking way that I'd buy frozen meat from a guy on the train let alone the fact that the meat is stored with no means of cooling in a dirty duffel bag. But get this, while we are sitting there, three more people come up and buy meat from this guy and apparently he is known to many as the "Meat Man". My only thought is this is some crazy nut bag cutting up cats and selling them or worse yet the next Jeffrey Dahmer.