Coworker: This customer brought this tenderloin back for us to trim.
Me: We’re really not supposed to do that once it’s left the store.
Coworker: I already told her yes.
(I open the tenderloin and start trying to trim it. It starts disintegrating in my hands; practically turning into water)
(I look at the date on the wrapper. I can barely make out 1/12)
Me: Um....there’s something wrong with your tenderloin.
Customer: I bought it here!
Me: When did you buy it?
Customer: Last January.
Me: So like a year ago?!?!
Customer: I put in the freezer. I took it out three weeks ago to thaw out.
Me: Ma’am, you can’t serve this tenderloin. You’ll make someone sick.
Customer: But it’s Christmas!