Someone asked me the other day at work about where I got my meat. Once I got past the random nature of this question(besides it sounding a bit dirty), I replied like any city girl would,

"At the store."

Oh, she said to me. This particular co-worker lives on a working farm. She then said, "I'm taking orders for pigs and I wanted to know if you would want a butchered pig for meat. You can just store it in your freezer."

To which I responded,

"Do I look like that kind of girl?"

"Well, I guess not," she said.

And that was the end of that conversation.