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These people weren't sucky, so much as just plain stupid. It scares me to know that our race has overcome natural selection and lets the stupid live.
Any other species on the planet would die if they couldn't hear or see something right in front of them...
Anyways. Story time. 3 of them. Like I said, not sucky...they just make me shake my head or roll my eyes. (When they're gone, of course!) Three times in one day, as well.
Cast:
Me: Me
DC: Dumb customer
Ham ham
Me: Hi, what can I get you?
DC: Hi, can I get a pound of the sale ham?
Me: Sure. We have honey, Virginia, or brown sugar. Which would you like?
DC: Do you have Virginia?
I wouldn't be so uppity with this one...but...I spoke clearly. She was listening to me. She heard everything else I said, she just....decided not to hear the statement I made.
Where's the Bakery?
The way that my store is set up, the deli and the bakery are Right. Beside. Each other. There is no way you can miss it. Not unless you're blind. And even if you're blind...all you have to do is walk a straight line for two steps, and you've hit the bakery.
__________|.....|_______
Deli Counter|....| Bakery.
I was standing right at our hot foods display (full of fried chicken, fries, and various other fried winglets/hot foods we sell), dropping chicken into the fryer. I'm in a coat, covered in chicken breading, sticking raw chicken into a 425 F degree vat of grease.
A lady was standing at the doughnuts. She comes up to me as I'm dropping the chicken, and says in a nice, snotty voice. "You're out of bags for the doughnuts. Where are they?"
Me: I'm sorry ma'am, I don't know. You'd have to ask the bakery department. I work in the deli. *holds up raw chicken to make my point.*
DC: *Gives me one of those you-should-drop-whatever-you're-doing-I-don't-care-if-you-don't-work-in-that-department-get-it-for-me-now looks.*
Then...here come the fun part. She sees I'm not about to stop breading chicken to find her bags. She does a 360. Literally, turns around in a full circle. Looks back at me. and asks
"Well, where's the bakery?"
And....the most beautiful one of all.
"Are you closed?"
The phrase that every one of you know and dread. Let me set the mood for you readers. It's 9:05PM. We close at 9. The lights are off. The hot food table is off, there is no food in it. The salads are wrapped. The lunch meat in the case is all wrapped up. All of the case lights are off. The meat and cheese slicers are torn apart and washed up.
I've JUST finished up. I walk out of the back door (it's more of a side door...it's the only door we have that doesn't lead right into the deli. More like the side of the deli. It's located right at the end of the Deli counter opposite of the bakery in my picture above.) Now, my hair is pulled out of it's pony tail, my hat is off. My apron is off. I have a cell phone in my hand, calling my ride to tell them I'm ready to go home. I'm two steps from freedom...
And a lady pulls her cart up to my counter.
Lady: Can I get a pound of honey ham?
There's no pause in her voice. No hesitancy. I mean...I figured ONE of those 10 things would give you a hint.
Me: Er....we're closed.
Lady: Are you closed?
Me: ...............
Any other species on the planet would die if they couldn't hear or see something right in front of them...
Anyways. Story time. 3 of them. Like I said, not sucky...they just make me shake my head or roll my eyes. (When they're gone, of course!) Three times in one day, as well.
Cast:
Me: Me
DC: Dumb customer
Ham ham
Me: Hi, what can I get you?
DC: Hi, can I get a pound of the sale ham?
Me: Sure. We have honey, Virginia, or brown sugar. Which would you like?
DC: Do you have Virginia?
I wouldn't be so uppity with this one...but...I spoke clearly. She was listening to me. She heard everything else I said, she just....decided not to hear the statement I made.
Where's the Bakery?
The way that my store is set up, the deli and the bakery are Right. Beside. Each other. There is no way you can miss it. Not unless you're blind. And even if you're blind...all you have to do is walk a straight line for two steps, and you've hit the bakery.
__________|.....|_______
Deli Counter|....| Bakery.
I was standing right at our hot foods display (full of fried chicken, fries, and various other fried winglets/hot foods we sell), dropping chicken into the fryer. I'm in a coat, covered in chicken breading, sticking raw chicken into a 425 F degree vat of grease.
A lady was standing at the doughnuts. She comes up to me as I'm dropping the chicken, and says in a nice, snotty voice. "You're out of bags for the doughnuts. Where are they?"
Me: I'm sorry ma'am, I don't know. You'd have to ask the bakery department. I work in the deli. *holds up raw chicken to make my point.*
DC: *Gives me one of those you-should-drop-whatever-you're-doing-I-don't-care-if-you-don't-work-in-that-department-get-it-for-me-now looks.*
Then...here come the fun part. She sees I'm not about to stop breading chicken to find her bags. She does a 360. Literally, turns around in a full circle. Looks back at me. and asks
"Well, where's the bakery?"
And....the most beautiful one of all.
"Are you closed?"
The phrase that every one of you know and dread. Let me set the mood for you readers. It's 9:05PM. We close at 9. The lights are off. The hot food table is off, there is no food in it. The salads are wrapped. The lunch meat in the case is all wrapped up. All of the case lights are off. The meat and cheese slicers are torn apart and washed up.
I've JUST finished up. I walk out of the back door (it's more of a side door...it's the only door we have that doesn't lead right into the deli. More like the side of the deli. It's located right at the end of the Deli counter opposite of the bakery in my picture above.) Now, my hair is pulled out of it's pony tail, my hat is off. My apron is off. I have a cell phone in my hand, calling my ride to tell them I'm ready to go home. I'm two steps from freedom...
And a lady pulls her cart up to my counter.
Lady: Can I get a pound of honey ham?
There's no pause in her voice. No hesitancy. I mean...I figured ONE of those 10 things would give you a hint.
Me: Er....we're closed.
Lady: Are you closed?
Me: ...............
or a chipper 
for these customers.
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