I went to pickup an order of brisket. The price was a little higher than what I was expecting, so I politely asked the man behind the counter about the price per pound. He was an old man with white hair and mustache. He became enraged, grabbed the meat package from my hand and threw it in the garbage. He said he would rather throw it in the garbage rather than have an unhappy customer. I was stunned, my two children were with me, and they were also shocked. We left empty handed, afraid to return.