Now this isn't so brutal as a lot of what I read but I get a good laugh out of it.
I was working in the Deli portion (Now where I spend most of my time since meat cutters are being outsourced) and a lady comes and asks for our fresh Deli sliced bacon. She wanted a pound. The store manager was doing his inspection of the area and was satisfied. I throw some bacon in a bag and put it on the scale and it was 1/4 of a pound heavy. This is thick sliced bacon, it's easy to overshoot. She gets angry "Can't you do simple math? I should NOT have to pay for that! But I will take the high road and I'll pay for it."
"If you like I'd be glad to take some out for you."
"No, just give it to me!"
I fork over the bacon and she gets on her way. In front of the deli is a large oval cooler called "The Cheese Island" where she began walking around it talking to herself. At one point she stops and yells at me about what an asshole I am and then starts walking around the island talking to herself more. I comment somewhat silently to a co worker about what a bitch she is. She stops and her face turning purple she screams so loud that the produce manager came running from the other end of the store. Veins popping out of her forehead and neck "I WANT YOUR NAME!! I WANT YOUR NAME!! I AM SO HURT BY YOU!! I WANT TO SEE A MANAGER!!" and she threw the bag of bacon at me, hitting me in the chest. So I KNOW if I said something I'd say something to get me fired. So I took my name badge off and handed it to her.
"I assume you know how to READ!" I said silently so only she could hear it.
She goes running to the front desk to yell at management... not realizing the guy with a tie who was trying to calm her down WAS the manager.
Along the way she yells at the produce manager, a checker, and another produce clerk. I didn't get into any trouble, I have a damn near perfect reputation for helping my customers. Boss knew what happened and told me to take a break so I could stop laughing.
The funny thing is, she came in the next day, all sweet and friendly like every other day. I see prescription bags in the cart with her. I'm betting she's got some sort of mental stability disorder, it's like nothing ever happened. Yet... she doesn't buy bacon any more.
Nothing serious, just mildly entertaining.
Big Evil has spoken.
I was working in the Deli portion (Now where I spend most of my time since meat cutters are being outsourced) and a lady comes and asks for our fresh Deli sliced bacon. She wanted a pound. The store manager was doing his inspection of the area and was satisfied. I throw some bacon in a bag and put it on the scale and it was 1/4 of a pound heavy. This is thick sliced bacon, it's easy to overshoot. She gets angry "Can't you do simple math? I should NOT have to pay for that! But I will take the high road and I'll pay for it."
"If you like I'd be glad to take some out for you."
"No, just give it to me!"
I fork over the bacon and she gets on her way. In front of the deli is a large oval cooler called "The Cheese Island" where she began walking around it talking to herself. At one point she stops and yells at me about what an asshole I am and then starts walking around the island talking to herself more. I comment somewhat silently to a co worker about what a bitch she is. She stops and her face turning purple she screams so loud that the produce manager came running from the other end of the store. Veins popping out of her forehead and neck "I WANT YOUR NAME!! I WANT YOUR NAME!! I AM SO HURT BY YOU!! I WANT TO SEE A MANAGER!!" and she threw the bag of bacon at me, hitting me in the chest. So I KNOW if I said something I'd say something to get me fired. So I took my name badge off and handed it to her.
"I assume you know how to READ!" I said silently so only she could hear it.
She goes running to the front desk to yell at management... not realizing the guy with a tie who was trying to calm her down WAS the manager.
Along the way she yells at the produce manager, a checker, and another produce clerk. I didn't get into any trouble, I have a damn near perfect reputation for helping my customers. Boss knew what happened and told me to take a break so I could stop laughing.
The funny thing is, she came in the next day, all sweet and friendly like every other day. I see prescription bags in the cart with her. I'm betting she's got some sort of mental stability disorder, it's like nothing ever happened. Yet... she doesn't buy bacon any more.
Nothing serious, just mildly entertaining.
Big Evil has spoken.
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