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I dunno what the bloody heckle and Jeckle is going on this month in my town, but dagnabbit are people retarded!
I think they're eating the yellow snow.
SC: Varying gender.
Liza: My manager.
Me: Copyright my mom, 1982.
SC: I can't find the ice cream logs!
Liza: Maybe if you tried the FREEZER! THIS is a table display! THESE are CAKE!
SC: Oh, silly me!
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SC: Excuse me, is there bread in the bakery?
Me: *points* 3 steps forward sir.
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SC: *walks past the ass bread* Excuse me, where's your 2-ass bread?
Me: *points to the RIGHT, straight at said bread* Right here ma'am.
SC: *Walks towards LEFT, looks at muffins and stares back at me with a "It's not here" look on her face, complete with matching shrug*
Me: *gets closer to bread, points directly at it* Right here ma'am.
SC: *Walks STRAIGHT PAST ME, heading for the fruits and veggies.*
Me: *Grabs bread and waves it around* MAAM!!! It's RIGHT HERE!!!
SC: *Sees the light. And the bread.*
*****
SC: *goes all around the commercial bread display. you can't miss it. it's TWO WALLS FULL OF BREAD.* Excuse me, where's the *commercial brand* bread?
Me: Turn around and walk the same way you came from.
SC: Oh my! Teehee!
*****
SC: Excuse me, where are the lil buns?
Liza: Which ones maam?
SC: The little buns you have.
Liza: Which ones?
SC: The little buns I buy all the time.
Liza: I need a name, Ma'am.
SC: The little buns!
Liza: Ma'am, I have like 7 kinds of little buns. Can you describe them?
SC: THE LIL BUNS I BUY ALL THE TIME!
Liza: Ma'am, I don't know what kind you buy! Are they Rustics...
SC: NO!
Liza: Ma'am, I need either a name of a description...
SC: THE LIL BUNS I BUY ALL THE TIME!
Liza: Ma'am, for god's sakes, are they round, rectangle, square...
Lather rinse repeat for a good 10 minutes until the SC finally gets in her thick head that Liza needs an actual, physical description of the goddamn lil buns.
Turns out they WERE Rustics she wanted.
*****
SC: WHEN ARE YA GONNA HAVE THE BREAD ON REDUCE!
Me: When it's old, ma'am.
SC: WHY NOT NOW!
Me: Because there's no old bread, ma'am.
*****
SC: THERE'S NO BUTCHERS! (Too bad, cuz I'm getting tired getting yelled at...)
Me: Have you tried ringing the bell, ma'am?
SC: NO!
Me: See that door over there? Ring the Bell. A butcher'll pop out.
*****
SC: Excuse me, I was wondering if you could help me.
Me: Ask the question and I'll see if I can help you.
SC: It's about the wine.
Me: I'm sorry ma'am, I can't help you, I work in the Bakery. The best I can do is (call you a grocery employee, but you cut me off before I could finish my sentence)
SC: I JUST wanna know if you got some in the back!!!
Me: I DON'T KNOW. I work in the BAKERY. The best I can do is send you to the tills so they can call you a grocery employee. (You scream at me, I make ya run around for your own errands.)
*****
SC: (Starts ranting at herself from the end of the butcher's fridges, I later realize she's ranting at me.) That tells me alot, X$ the Kilo! What is it in pound??
Me: I have no idea, but the price of the cut is *lifts customer's thumb off total price* XX$.
SC: Where's the butcher!!
Me: Behind that door. Ring the bell.
*****
On the good side, I did have a couple of normal questions, like this tiny tiny grandmother who couldn't find the lunchables because she never saw them before (buying for her granddaughter) and they were 2 feet higher than her field of vision. Adorable lil old woman.
I think they're eating the yellow snow.
SC: Varying gender.
Liza: My manager.
Me: Copyright my mom, 1982.
SC: I can't find the ice cream logs!
Liza: Maybe if you tried the FREEZER! THIS is a table display! THESE are CAKE!
SC: Oh, silly me!
*****
SC: Excuse me, is there bread in the bakery?
Me: *points* 3 steps forward sir.
*****
SC: *walks past the ass bread* Excuse me, where's your 2-ass bread?
Me: *points to the RIGHT, straight at said bread* Right here ma'am.
SC: *Walks towards LEFT, looks at muffins and stares back at me with a "It's not here" look on her face, complete with matching shrug*
Me: *gets closer to bread, points directly at it* Right here ma'am.
SC: *Walks STRAIGHT PAST ME, heading for the fruits and veggies.*
Me: *Grabs bread and waves it around* MAAM!!! It's RIGHT HERE!!!
SC: *Sees the light. And the bread.*
*****
SC: *goes all around the commercial bread display. you can't miss it. it's TWO WALLS FULL OF BREAD.* Excuse me, where's the *commercial brand* bread?
Me: Turn around and walk the same way you came from.
SC: Oh my! Teehee!
*****
SC: Excuse me, where are the lil buns?
Liza: Which ones maam?
SC: The little buns you have.
Liza: Which ones?
SC: The little buns I buy all the time.
Liza: I need a name, Ma'am.
SC: The little buns!
Liza: Ma'am, I have like 7 kinds of little buns. Can you describe them?
SC: THE LIL BUNS I BUY ALL THE TIME!
Liza: Ma'am, I don't know what kind you buy! Are they Rustics...
SC: NO!
Liza: Ma'am, I need either a name of a description...
SC: THE LIL BUNS I BUY ALL THE TIME!
Liza: Ma'am, for god's sakes, are they round, rectangle, square...
Lather rinse repeat for a good 10 minutes until the SC finally gets in her thick head that Liza needs an actual, physical description of the goddamn lil buns.
Turns out they WERE Rustics she wanted.
*****
SC: WHEN ARE YA GONNA HAVE THE BREAD ON REDUCE!
Me: When it's old, ma'am.
SC: WHY NOT NOW!
Me: Because there's no old bread, ma'am.
*****
SC: THERE'S NO BUTCHERS! (Too bad, cuz I'm getting tired getting yelled at...)
Me: Have you tried ringing the bell, ma'am?
SC: NO!
Me: See that door over there? Ring the Bell. A butcher'll pop out.
*****
SC: Excuse me, I was wondering if you could help me.
Me: Ask the question and I'll see if I can help you.
SC: It's about the wine.
Me: I'm sorry ma'am, I can't help you, I work in the Bakery. The best I can do is (call you a grocery employee, but you cut me off before I could finish my sentence)
SC: I JUST wanna know if you got some in the back!!!
Me: I DON'T KNOW. I work in the BAKERY. The best I can do is send you to the tills so they can call you a grocery employee. (You scream at me, I make ya run around for your own errands.)
*****
SC: (Starts ranting at herself from the end of the butcher's fridges, I later realize she's ranting at me.) That tells me alot, X$ the Kilo! What is it in pound??
Me: I have no idea, but the price of the cut is *lifts customer's thumb off total price* XX$.
SC: Where's the butcher!!
Me: Behind that door. Ring the bell.
*****
On the good side, I did have a couple of normal questions, like this tiny tiny grandmother who couldn't find the lunchables because she never saw them before (buying for her granddaughter) and they were 2 feet higher than her field of vision. Adorable lil old woman.
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