The 75th Gram

This morning on my way up to Mount Baker with Nicola, we stopped at the Superstore. At the deli, I wanted some chicken breast stuff, but the only stuff they had was “no fat”. The lady offered a small taste test and I went with it. It was missing quite a bit of flavor, but I decided to go with it anyways.

“75 grams of that no-fat chicken breast stuff please” I said.

So she grabbed a bunch of it and threw it on the scale.

“Will 74 grams be okay?” She asked, as they always do.

“Well, of course. I mean, I think I just ate that last gram anyways”.

Man. With that, we all burst out laughing, and it made a few people’s days. Just had to share it to try and make a few more.

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