"I want THIS!" *pointpoint*
*Twitches*
I think I'm going to flip if I hear one more stupid customer say that. All right...I should probably back up a bit, hm?
Well, as you know, I work in a deli. I'm short. I can see over the counter /just/ enough to see if there's a customer on the other side. I can see their heads, that's it. But, it never fails. Every day. At least 50 times this same scenario plays out:
SC: *Walks up to the counter and points.* I want that.
Me: I'm sorry, which salad do you want?
SC: THAT ONE! *Points harder.*
ME: *I check the salads in the general direction of where I think she's pointing.* The..coleslaw?
SC: NO! THE PASTA SALAD! *Rolls her eyes.*
Me: [thinking] which freaking pasta salad?! There's 5 of them!
[actually says] Ma'am, can you please tell me the name on the sign?
SC: I'm pointing right to it! It's the Premium Asiago salad! UGGG.
Now, if the salad hadn't have had a name on it for some reason, I could understand the not giving me the name of the salad. But I know for a fact they DO have the names on the salad, because I started checking every day I came into work to try and stop that from happening. But no...they're just too lazy to merely say the name of what they want.
Oh! And that's only half the fun. The other half is trying to figure out what size they want. 90% of these people come in and say "I want a pint of ____".
Isn't pint a measurement for...liquids?
*Twitches*
I think I'm going to flip if I hear one more stupid customer say that. All right...I should probably back up a bit, hm?
Well, as you know, I work in a deli. I'm short. I can see over the counter /just/ enough to see if there's a customer on the other side. I can see their heads, that's it. But, it never fails. Every day. At least 50 times this same scenario plays out:
SC: *Walks up to the counter and points.* I want that.
Me: I'm sorry, which salad do you want?
SC: THAT ONE! *Points harder.*
ME: *I check the salads in the general direction of where I think she's pointing.* The..coleslaw?
SC: NO! THE PASTA SALAD! *Rolls her eyes.*
Me: [thinking] which freaking pasta salad?! There's 5 of them!
[actually says] Ma'am, can you please tell me the name on the sign?
SC: I'm pointing right to it! It's the Premium Asiago salad! UGGG.
Now, if the salad hadn't have had a name on it for some reason, I could understand the not giving me the name of the salad. But I know for a fact they DO have the names on the salad, because I started checking every day I came into work to try and stop that from happening. But no...they're just too lazy to merely say the name of what they want.
Oh! And that's only half the fun. The other half is trying to figure out what size they want. 90% of these people come in and say "I want a pint of ____".
Isn't pint a measurement for...liquids?
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