The Importance Of Being Frozen! Not Just A Disney Movie

So this woman comes in amid the batshitedness that was yesterday and wants to return meat that she says smells bad, which it most definitely does. Fine. She has done this before though, returned meat she said had gone bad but I'm convinced she is simply sticking her stuff in the fridge and not in the freezer because what are the odds that she buys meat twice and both times it's bad, but okay. Last time she came in, she didn't have the receipt and after much back and forth I gave her the refund cause meat guy was like, it's okay, just give it to her. (irks the HELL out of me but not my problem) Anyway, she comes in this time and oh yes, she has the receipt, under chicken...the very stinky chicken, mixed in right with the stinky juices. ICK!ICK!ICK! I debated whether to throw it out but file maintenance folk need it so I laid it on a paper towel and tried to dry the worst of the damage and hope for the best. It only occurs to me now that she may have done it as an f-you but I doubt it because she's a pretty pleasant lady...who from this moment on shall be dubbed Chicken Lady!