Love Connection
Customer: (Can barely walk and smells like booze) I want...... (mumble) 3..... (mumble)
Me: I'm sorry?
Customer: What do you think I'm saying!? I'm not asking you for a date!! I want 3 pounds of salmon!
Customer: (Can barely walk and smells like booze) I want...... (mumble) 3..... (mumble)
Me: I'm sorry?
Customer: What do you think I'm saying!? I'm not asking you for a date!! I want 3 pounds of salmon!
Customer: Where are your briskets?
Me: Right here!
Customer: That can't be right.
Me: What's wrong?
Customer: (looking at the vacuum packed Brisket and the vacuum packed eye of round beside it) No. No. No. No.
Me: I'm sorry?
Customer: Does all of your meat come like this?
Me: Like what?
Customer: In.....plastic?!?
Me: Um.....yes. All of our meat comes vacuum packed in plastic.
Customer: I don't think you can do that! That's not safe!
Me: Vacuum packaging ensures.....
Customer: I don't care about the vacuuming packaging...I care about the....the....plastic.
Me: It kinda has to be plastic if you want to seal out all of the air.
Customer: Well, maybe you should only get in what you need. Like one piece of the cow at a time.
Customer: I'd like a pound of shrimp.
Me: No problem.
Customer: These shrimp are boneless, right?
Me: Um.....yes. There are no bones in the shrimp.
Customer: (placing his hand on the counter) I'm serious, dude, there better not be any bones in these damn shrimp.
Me: Shrimp don't have bones, sir.
Customer: Look, man. I'm feeding these shrimp to a kid. I. Don't. Want. There. To. Be. Any. Bones.
Me: I 100% guarantee there aren't any bones in this shrimp.
Customer: Alrighty.
Customer: What is this crab cake made of? Does it have blue crab in it?
Me: (double checking the sign in front) Um...those aren’t crab cakes. There cod cakes.
Customer: (reading sign that does indeed say “Cod Cakes”) Oh......what type of crab is cod?
Me: Cod is a fish.
Customer: (blank stare)
Me: Its a mild flakey fish.
Customer: Are they good?
Me: Yes, ma’am. They have a lot of dill in them, but I really like them.
Customer: What’s a dill?
Me: Um......a spice.
(Blank stare)
Customer: I think I’ll just get some crab cakes.
Customer : You’re r lying to your customers. That sign says there are 51- 60 shrimp in a pound. Those shrimp aren't 51/60 count.
Me: Uh....yes, ma'am they are. I can show you the box.
Customer: They're too big to be 51/60s. You're telling me 60 of those would make a pound? You're lying.
(I count out 15 shrimp and weigh them)
Me: That's 15. It's about a quarter of a pound. So four of those would be about a 60 shrimp.
Customer : Look, I'm a local. I go shrimping. There's no way there 50 or 60 of those in a pound.
(I count out 50, throw out on the scale, it's a little shy of a pound. I put on 8 more. It's now a pound)
Me: That's 58. A pound on the dot.
Customer: Wow. I could have sworn it wasn't that much.
Me: How much did you want?
Customer: Oh, I don't want any. (Walks away)
(I walk up front to get a shopping cart.)
( I notice a lost looking couple near the front door)
Me: Can I help you?
Customer: Can we get a table?
Me: Uh...we have tables at the Starbucks.
Customer: (looking around at the SHOPPING CARTS and REGISTERS) Is this a restaurant?
Me: Um...no. It's a grocery store.
Customer: Rats…
(Guy comes to the meat counter, orders a top sirloin fillet.)
Me: Here’s your steak!
Customer: Great. I’ve been leaving this in my refrigerator for 2-3 weeks. It gets green and slimy. That’s dry-aging, right?
Me: Uhhh….no. To dry age something you need to control the humidity. That’s hard to do in a refrigerator.
Customer: So if it wasn’t dry aging, what was it doing?
Me: Um…..decomposing?
Customer: Oh. (long pause) I guess I should eat this soon.
Me: I would.