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Never trust anything with boneless in the name (June 10, 1906)
(midwest.social)
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TRANSCRIPTION
A waitress is holding a steaming pile of food on a tray, while Everett sits at a dining table, a frown on his face. Waitress: We didn't have any spring chicken, Mr. True, so I brought some boneless canned- Everett punches the tray out of her hands, throwing the contents up onto the ceiling, knocking his chair and table askew in the process. Everett: Take it away!! TAKE IT AWAY!!!! Do you think I'm a scavenger? None of it for me! I read the papers, I do!!!
Read the other comments. During that time, there was a good chance that canned chicken included human fingers, rat shit, rotten chicken, and/or rats and roaches.
She might not have known about it, but his hyperbolic overreaction isn't towards not getting fresh chicken, it's towards paying for fresh chicken and being served possibly literal shit stew.
Processed meat back then was is a really bad state.