Strange Brew by John Deering for February 04, 2020

Walmart.

Open air fish market.

I’ve always preferred polite fish, myself.

I remember when we lived in Malaya (as a kid) the fish in the market were kept alive in huge tubs and killed, gutted to order.

The iffy ones are perfect for star gazy pie.

Ewwww

Holy mackerel, that smelt awful.

This reminds me of seeing signs driving past sleazy places reading “Live Girls! Live!” I always thought it would be interesting to see “Dead Girls! Dead!” or at least “Zombie Girls! Zombie!”

Will salmon just give me a refund?

I love the look on the fishmonger’s face!

One never sees the “old” fish sign because those go in the freezer. But, I would like to know the criteria for “fresh”.

3 signs: Fresh Fish, Cat Food, Bait.

Next sign over “Would someone please these outta here!”

This is why you always want to personally know your meat-counter guy at the super: he’ll tell you when the signs don’t. They put that stuff behind glass for a reason!