Whenever I visit international markets, I make it a point to not laugh at any sort of unfortunate English errors I see. Usually. And so I chose not to photograph what I’m telling you about today. You’ll just have to trust me.
I went over to the meat section and discovered a most shocking product being sold: grounded turkeys.
The market was apparently offering troublesome teenagers for human consumption. I’m not sure if the packages contained thighs, breasts, legs, or other body parts.
(Before you get all angry and stuff, my high school chemistry teacher lovingly referred to us students as turkeys.)