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Re: Sai App Part V [Fin]
Third Person

“Excuse me ma’m—ah—miss ?”

Sai held up a bucket of I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter to who he presumed to be a worker of the grocery store he was in, seeing as how she wore the tell-tale red uniform shirt. “…Is this really not made out of butter?”

He was in the process of purchasing the items needed to make a harvest cake, since his roommate had requested that he do so. His roommate had been obsessed with tasting an authentic one ever since Sai told him how he and the others back home used to eat it in abundance in November for the Thanksgiving celebration. He found it mildly off-putting the way his roommate treated him as if he an exotic being from a foreign country. He was attempting to fit in with the norm, not further distance himself away from it. Regardless, Sai found himself running into trouble as soon as he had reached the dairy aisle. There was nothing but products with claiming that the butter shown was in fact, not real butter. And Sai wanted to get down to the meaning of this. The store employer regarded him with a skeptical look. “Why don’t you read the label in the back and see what’s in it?”

“I did. It seems that a majority of this is made out of vegetable oil, but I’m in need of butter that’s actually made from churned cow’s milk. I think all the steroids they put in food products is what’s leading to cancer. I ain’t—can’t— give my roommate cancer by using fake butter in my cooking.” Upon closer inspection of moles on the woman’s neck, Sai added, “See? You’re being infected already ma’m. I heard moles were the first sign of cancerous tumors. You might wanna—want to get those checked out by a doctor.”

“You know,” the woman started, folding her arms across her chest, “if you weren’t a customer, and if I didn’t need this job, you’d be dead by now. You hear me? Dead.”

Sai furrowed his eyebrows, “But I was only giving you health advice. Why are you threatening me? I just want real butter. Do you not sell it here?”

“No. We don’t sell it here,” the woman replied through clenched teeth. Sai smiled. “I see. Then, can you or something else less displeasing point me to where the nearest farm is? I can go churn real butter myself. You oughta—ought to warn your customers better about the fake products your supermarket sells.”