Refrigerate After Opening

Customer: I bought a turkey a couple of days ago. I'm looking at your thermometer it says like 33. Does it have to stay at that temp?

Me: My cases run really cold. You don't have to do that; you just need to keep it refrigerated.

Customer: Crap. Really?

Me: Um....yes. It needs to be kept under refrigeration.

Customer: I've just had it sitting on my kitchen table.

Me: For two days!?

Customer: I put it in a freezer bag.

Last Resort

 (I'm walking up to the store. There's plywood on the windows, the lights are off, we are not open yet)

(Two guys in a BMW pull up, blaring Papa Roach music)

Customer: You guys aren't open.

Me: No. We have to go through a little before we're ready to serve customers.

Customer: Great! Where am I supposed to get my Starbucks?!

(they speed away, tires literally squealing)

No way, Hosana

Customer: Do you have any chicken wings?

(The entire meat case is empty. I'm working out of three carts to fill the two foot section I'm standing at)

Me: I don't know, yet. We're still working on figuring out what we have and what survived the storm. I won't know for a while.

Customer: (pointing to an item in my cart. ) What's that?

Me: Corned beef.

Customer: That's just what I wanted.

(She picks it up)

Customer: How much is it?

Me: There's a price tag on it.

Customer: Full price?

Me: Yes, ma'am.

Customer: (Throwing it back into the counter, not the cart she got it out of) I'm not paying full price. Uh uh. No I'm not, Hosana.

Under Glass

Customer: I want some tenderloin steaks!

Me: I just cut some. They're in the counter.

Customers: I like the ones I pick out under the glass.

Me: I just cut those 30 mins ago. We're not setting up the "under the glass" stuff today. We're trying to get set back up after the hurricane.

Customer: I don't buy my steaks out of a pack. When the hell will the glass be set up?

Me: Probably not until tomorrow.

Customer: Fan-fucking-tastic

Serving Size

 (A customer walks to the counter. Before I can even acknowledge her, she is looking around and frantically waving to get someone’s attention. I stop what I’m doing, and walk over)

Me: May I help you?

(She looks at the shrimp silently for awhile, without looking up at me)

Customer: Is this shrimp fresh?

Me: Yes, ma’am.  Would you like some?

Customer: (still having a conversation with her friend across the aisle) Yeah. John was thinking about going.....

(She looks up and sees I’m waiting to hear her order. )

Customer: (to herself) Let’s see.....five people.....three shrimp per person.....hmmmm....(to me) Give me 20 shrimp.

(She walks away. I bag up and price her shrimp.)

(A little while later she walks back to the counter to grab her shrimp)

Customer: How many shrimp did you put in here?!?

Me: You asked for 20.

Customer: (to herself) five people....four per person.....(to me) Put five more shrimp in here.

(She walks away again. I open her bag, throw in 5 shrimp and reprice it)

(She returns again)

Customer: Better put five more shrimp in!

(She walks away. I put 5 more shrimp in. This time, I wait until she comes back- just in case she wants more)

(She looks at me waiting to reweigh her shrimp )

Customer: What are you waiting for?!?!?

Couple Goals

Customer: Can I have a couple of chicken breasts?

Me: Sure! (I put two chicken breasts in the bag and put it on the scale)

Customer: How many is that?

Me: Two.

Customer: I wanted three.

Me: Okay. (I put in another chicken breast.)

Customer: (Looking at weight) That’s not enough. Put a couple more in.

(I put in two more)

Customer: How many is that?

Me: Five.

Customer: I wanted four.

(I take out one of the breasts)