When I try to discreetly mention it to a supervisor, she cuts me off with a stiff, "There's a bad smell. We know. We don't know where it's coming from."
"Oh. Okay," I say, and walk away.
We know? We know!
And they've not emptied out at least that freezer section. Though, in truth, the whole supermarket should have been closed and checked, then fumigated, disinfected, the whole shebang, aerial-like.
But: "We know."
Yes, so people have to still venture near the freezers to take out foodstuff, only to be smacked by that awful smell. God forbid there's anything airborne invasive on it.
But hey, "We know."
Maybe you have to be a Trini to translate the words and the tone. She says, "We know." She means, "Shut up! We don't care! Move along, move along."
I don't know what they think they know, but I know what they don't know. They don't know how to spell salmonella. They don't know how to spell leptospirosis. They don't know how to spell civil-suit-over-food-contamination-derived-sickness.
"We know." They don't know shit!
Come Good
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| Even coconuts, small fortresses though they be, are kept on ice. Much more so should food that can go to rot and kill. Photo by Artem Bali from Pexels |
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