Fucking liverwurst

Customer: Where’s the Boar’s Head liverwurst?

Me: I don’t actually carry that over here. They may have it in the deli.

Customer: Then why the fuck did they send me over here?!

Me: I’m sorry sir I...

Customer: Fuck you! Piece of shit!

Me: I... Customer: I ought to beat your fucking ass, mother fucker. Have a fucking wonderful day! Don’t fucking talk to me!

You’ve got a phone call

Customer: (talking on cellphone) They’ve got salmon. Do you want some? (To me) One pound of salmon.

Me: Farm raised or wild caught?

Customer: (To phone) They’ve got two kinds. What kind do you want? I don’t know....I don’t know. (To me) Here, talk to her.

Me: With everything going on, I’m not comfortable touching your phone.

Customer: Don’t be such a baby! Take the goddamned phone!

Me: I’m sorry. I’m not going to do that.

Customer: I’m the goddamned customer. You do what I say!

Me: I’d be more than happy to explain the difference between the salmon..

Customer: Fuck you! I’m getting a manager!

Shifty

Customer: (on phone) I used the Shift app yesterday and I’m not happy with the product I got. The ribeye was not at thick as I like, the asparagus could have been fresher, and they brought the wrong type of shrimp.

Me: I’m sorry ma’am. We can cut to whatever thickness you like-

Customer: That’s not good enough!! Shift brought me the wrong stuff! It’s unacceptable!

Me: Again, I apologize, but the people that shop for Shift aren’t store employees. There isn’t much I can do.

Customer: I want your corporate number. Me: Sure. Hold on.

Shoot yourself In The Foot

(The store has been opening an hour early so that senior citizens can shop.)

Customer: Why don’t you have any chickens?!

Me: My truck isn’t here yet.

Customer: You should get your trucks early!

Me: They used to come in at 5am, but the neighborhood complained about hearing the trucks. They threatened to stop shopping if we didn’t change it. Now they can’t come in before 8.

Customer: ….I remember voting in favor of that..

Going Down

Customer: One of those ribeyes.

Me: Here you go.

Customer: Your case go down?

Me: Um...no.

Customer: Well, there’s nothing in this case and the light is off. I figured either you are having trouble with the case or you guys are slacking off.

Me: Well, we don’t open for another two hours. I’m setting up now. The ribeyes are the first thing I cut.

Customer: Ah. I see.

Not All Heroes Wear Capes

Customer: I want a pound of scallops.

Me: Sure thing.

Customer: Wait! They’re $8.99 a pound. That’s $9.02

Me: It’s a little over a pound. I can take one out if you want.

Customer: Do that! And don’t give me any attitude. I understand customer service! I own a buisness downtown!

Other Customer: Can’t be that successful of a business if three cents will break you.

Price Check

Customer: (on phone) What type of shrimp do you have today?

Me: I’ve got some shrimp from Georgia for $12.99–

Customer: Let’s get one thing clear. I don’t care about the price. I want to know the type of shrimp.

Me: Okay. I’ve got shrimp from Georgia, Argentina, and Indonesia.

Customer: I’ll be sending my wife for the Georgia ones. Goodbye.

(The phone rings 4 minutes later)

Customer: I just called about the shrimp. How much is the Georgia shrimp?

Me: $12.99.

Color Me Bad

Customer: You guys need to do better. The health department is going to shut you down! 

Me: I’m sorry? 

Customer: You’ve got cooked shrimp next to raw shrimp. Your ignorance is going to make someone sick! 

Me: Are you talking about the Argentina Pink Shrimp? 

Customer: Yes. It’s disgusting. 

Me: Both shrimp are raw. The pink shrimp is just naturally that color. 

Customer: Still. How am I to know it’s not cooked?

Me: Well, we label cooked shrimp with a “cooked tag.”

Customer: Still.