h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

I'm told that the day began normally enough at the local grocery store, local being the next town about 15 miles west of Lincoln, Capitan. It was normal until one of the fellows arrived who works in the meat department.

At some point not long after he clocked in, he emerged from the butcher's section and began throwing meat at the customers. "Everything is 40 percent off!" he was shouting, "We have to EMPTY THE STORE!"

The butcher was eventually subdued by an unspecified number of policemen and EMTs, who managed to get him into a straitjacket and take him away in an ambulance. We await the delivery of tomorrow's local paper and a possible explanation.

Cille wishes she had been there. With all those cats and dogs to feed, she would love to have scrounged up some of the meat.

Also waits for an explanation.

Hopefully the local journalists get it right - but the full explanation could invade the man's privacy and then they are not allowed to print it - if the press has the same rules as we have.

Your local butcher isn't Mr S Todd formerly of London town by anmy chance?

*thinks to self how nice it is that not all the nutters in the world live in her area and then is ashamed of herself*

Oh dear. He apparently was in the midst of some sort of crisis and just couldn't cope any longer. Sad. Funny, but sad.

What did they do with the meat?

I hope people didn't take advantage of the poor man's breakdown; that wouldn't be kosher -- the owner of the market will be the one to suffer over it. On the other hand, can life get any more stressful these days?

During one of #2's breakdowns he climbed up on the roof and shook his fists and screamed at the airplanes flying over.

How...odd.

The word comes down from hairdressers and post office workers (who know everything) that the breakdown was related to the ingestion of methamphetamines.

- I did think that the news flows faster through the grapewine than a newspaper can be written and printed in a smallish society.

Hope he get the right treatment.

Intriguing.

I'm always fascinated by breakdowns. I expect to have one some day, though I've no idea how severe, dangerous, or pertaining to what it might relate.

I think I may have had several, but nobody noticed.

Here it comes, here it comes, here comes your 19th nervous breakdown!

Name wasn't Greg, was it? I knew a meat cutter by that name who liked his drugs...

Don't suppose there was ever greater elaboration as to what happened inside his head?

And is he back at work or in a padded room someplace?

We never could find out. It might be ok to throw meat, but you never put a discount on items without consulting the manager.

*nods*