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Over the summer, I work weekends for a family friend at a Farmers Market. Farmers Markets, at least here, are basically a bunch of people who make or grow stuff within a certain range of the marker and sell it.
The booth I work at sells wood stuff. Cutting boards, Coasters, Stir sticks (basically spatulas) and some jewelry.
Local people who come to buy stuff are usually great, I just have the most problem with tourists.
One guy a few years ago, try to get a discount. He talks with my boss, who never appreciates this. She got kinda nasty.
So what does he do? Talks to me. I was on 'break' and eating.
SC: So... You like your boss?
Me: Yeah...
SC: Your customers?
Oh. I see where this is going.
Me: Yes. but not as much as I like my job.
My boss tries her best not to laugh. She doesn't normally encourage me to harass people, but she decided to let it slide.
The booth I work at sells wood stuff. Cutting boards, Coasters, Stir sticks (basically spatulas) and some jewelry.
Local people who come to buy stuff are usually great, I just have the most problem with tourists.
One guy a few years ago, try to get a discount. He talks with my boss, who never appreciates this. She got kinda nasty.
So what does he do? Talks to me. I was on 'break' and eating.
SC: So... You like your boss?
Me: Yeah...
SC: Your customers?
Oh. I see where this is going.
Me: Yes. but not as much as I like my job.
My boss tries her best not to laugh. She doesn't normally encourage me to harass people, but she decided to let it slide.
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