Looking at my father-in-law pulling of the meat from the turkey, I feel hungry. I am eating the white meat this time.
The butcher opens his fridge, takes out his only turkey and puts it on the weighing scales. It weighs six pounds.
The woman looks at the turkey and at the scales and asks, “Do you have one that is a bit bigger than this one, please?” The butcher puts the turkey back into the fridge and then takes it out again, but this time when he puts it on the scales he keeps his thumb on the turkey. The scales now show eight pounds.
“That’s wonderful,” says the woman. “I’ll take both of them, please!”