Butcher? Fish Monger? What are those?

Ever watch the Food network and here someone say, "Have your Butcher, do this for you", or "Have you Fish Monger do that for you"? I don't know what it's like in your neck of the woods, but we don't have Butchers or Fish Mongers, we have disgruntled grocery store employees. Whenever I ask for something that isn't in the display cooler, they look at me like I'm from another planet! For instance, the other day I was making sausage and I asked the guy with the white hat and blood stained apron, who I assumed was a butcher, if he could sell me some pork fat. Sounds like a nice transaction for the store right? Wrong! He would not do it, and he was a total ass about! Then I walked past the "fish monger", a smarmy woman who probably hasn't smiled since Nixon was in office, scowling over a case full of freezer burned shrimp, gaping Mussels that may have been alive last week, and Tuna Fillets that resemble chunks of cancer, surgically removed from someone's lung! I know I shouldn't complain, I can find virtually any ingredient I need where I live, for a price. I just wish the Butchers in this area hadn't been driven out of business, then again maybe all of them haven't, maybe I just need to look harder. OK. I'm through ranting now, and yes I do feel better.