The initial question wasn't sucky in the least, it's what she did immediately following.
I'm on the floor (literally) stocking the jams/jellies. The section is near the mall entrance, so it's quite noisy over there especially when the espresso bar is operating.
Woman asks me: "Where is your olive oil?"
I honestly don't catch all of what she said because she's whispering and never indicated she was asking me for help, so I ask her to repeat the question/speak up.
SC then crouches down to my level, gets less than an inch from my face (Get Away before I bite you) and starts speaking Slowly. And. Distinctly...even though I know she heard me ask her to repeat the question, she must think I read lips.
"Where...Is...The...Olive...Oil. Does this store carry olive oil? Do you understand?"
(that phrase and the tone it was said in is intensely infuriating to me)
I manage to keep my smartass in check and point her to the wall of oil, then go about my business. J has witnessed this; he's our olive oil guru and said "I'm just gonna stay away from the oil wall for now, you don't ask for help and offend the person in the same breath."
SC tracks me down not five minutes later and starts complaining about not finding what she wants...specifically, Filipo Berio oil (which btw is owned by a Chinese company). I directed her to Star Market; not happy with that answer, she pounced on J...who told her the exact same thing.
I'm on the floor (literally) stocking the jams/jellies. The section is near the mall entrance, so it's quite noisy over there especially when the espresso bar is operating.
Woman asks me: "Where is your olive oil?"
I honestly don't catch all of what she said because she's whispering and never indicated she was asking me for help, so I ask her to repeat the question/speak up.
SC then crouches down to my level, gets less than an inch from my face (Get Away before I bite you) and starts speaking Slowly. And. Distinctly...even though I know she heard me ask her to repeat the question, she must think I read lips.
"Where...Is...The...Olive...Oil. Does this store carry olive oil? Do you understand?"

I manage to keep my smartass in check and point her to the wall of oil, then go about my business. J has witnessed this; he's our olive oil guru and said "I'm just gonna stay away from the oil wall for now, you don't ask for help and offend the person in the same breath."
SC tracks me down not five minutes later and starts complaining about not finding what she wants...specifically, Filipo Berio oil (which btw is owned by a Chinese company). I directed her to Star Market; not happy with that answer, she pounced on J...who told her the exact same thing.
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