The dreaded meat bins

Sometimes I wonder, if I ever go back to the states and want to get a job, what would I say?  What are my qualifications?  Right after I graduated, we moved to Asia.  I know I have mad jewelry skilz, I escorted Mrs. Cheney through the pearl market in Beijing.  Hmmm, what else?  I can navigate the most hostile traffic snafus in a minivan.  I've picked up enough Chinese to tell people to leave Boo alone, yell at drivers who want to run me down in the crosswalk, and haggle over prices in the market.  I can look the other way when a child is peeing in the produce section of the grocery store and get on with my business.  And, most importantly, I can provide food for my family under the most extenuating of circumstances.  I can't adequately describe what it is to shop in the grocery stores here in Chengdu, so I put together a little visual for your pleasure.  Without further ado I give you the meat bins.    



Now, because youtube is in a frenzy over Veggie Tales copyright laws, you may not be able to view this in the U.S.  Hence, the back-up dropbox option.

I've determined that to navigate the meat bins takes real skilz, and anyone able to make healthy, non life-threatening meals for their family in Chengdu is worth their weight in gold.  So take that future employers.