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Zee heel of zee bread
Feb. 4th, 2006 | 01:12 pm
Mood: 
Amused
Music: Billy Idol- Dancing With Myself
I haven't had too many sucky customers lately, but I have been blessed with a profusion of WTF moments. And a few creepy old guys.
First up: I ask whether a guy wants paper or plastic. (Recap- grocery store wage slave) He looks at me, winks really slowly, and says "Paaaaaaaaper, honeeeey," in this really creepy voice.
Second up: What are you feelings on the elderly wearing things with Volcolm, Azhiaziam, and surf company logos? I'm talking ninety year olds in wheelchairs here. Well, yesterday this older, quite overweight, balding guy comes in wearing a Punisher t-shirt. Did you raid your grandson's closet, sir?
Last and Best: A woman comes in holding a loaf of bread (in the plastic wrap and all still). Now, our store, a local supermarket, is extremely relaxed on returns. So, the lady comes up and tells us that the bottom slices of the loaf are stale. I rattle off the standard 'sorry about that' and tell her she can get another one off the shelf. The bread company is very good about returns and reimbursment. So, I take the defective loaf and try to feel where the stale part is...and I realize something. As the lady comes back, the following conversation takes place.
ME: Ma'am, this bread isn't stale.
HER: Yes, yes it is. Right on the bottom. (Mind you, she was very nice and all.)
ME: ...Ma'am, that's the heel of the bread.
HER: No it's not.
ME. ...Okay. Well, have a nice day.
She left with the new loaf of bread. It was very amusing.
First up: I ask whether a guy wants paper or plastic. (Recap- grocery store wage slave) He looks at me, winks really slowly, and says "Paaaaaaaaper, honeeeey," in this really creepy voice.
Second up: What are you feelings on the elderly wearing things with Volcolm, Azhiaziam, and surf company logos? I'm talking ninety year olds in wheelchairs here. Well, yesterday this older, quite overweight, balding guy comes in wearing a Punisher t-shirt. Did you raid your grandson's closet, sir?
Last and Best: A woman comes in holding a loaf of bread (in the plastic wrap and all still). Now, our store, a local supermarket, is extremely relaxed on returns. So, the lady comes up and tells us that the bottom slices of the loaf are stale. I rattle off the standard 'sorry about that' and tell her she can get another one off the shelf. The bread company is very good about returns and reimbursment. So, I take the defective loaf and try to feel where the stale part is...and I realize something. As the lady comes back, the following conversation takes place.
ME: Ma'am, this bread isn't stale.
HER: Yes, yes it is. Right on the bottom. (Mind you, she was very nice and all.)
ME: ...Ma'am, that's the heel of the bread.
HER: No it's not.
ME. ...Okay. Well, have a nice day.
She left with the new loaf of bread. It was very amusing.