"Just let us know a week in advance," the butcher said.
"A week?" I asked. "Is that all you need? I like to know there's a bird out there waiting for me."
"I'd like to have a bird waiting for me, too, but I think you'll have better luck than I will!" said the butcher. ("Ho ho ho" said the studio audience.)
Anyway, me and my lambchops are going home now for a very quiet night at home, which will involve doing laundry, eating the above plus some kind of pasta with pesto, and the ever popular, "is it or isn't it going to give me cancer" bacon/garlic kale recipe, and probably playing Puerto Rico.