Bag It Up

Customer: I want a pound of shrimp, but I want you to get a new box of bags from the back to put them in.

Me: Um….okay.

(I go to the back and emerge with a new box.)

Customer: No! That box is already open. Go get another. I want to watch you open it.

(I get an unopened box, open it while she stares at me, get a bag and put her shrimp in it. )

Customer: Much better.

Ice Ice Baby

Customer: I want a bag of ice.

(I go in the back and come out with a bag of ice.)

Customer: No. I want a bigger bag.

(I turn to go get more ice.)

Customer: Wait. I eat this ice. I want you to wash your hands and put on gloves.

Me: Okay, but I never touch the ice. I just pull the lever on the machine.

Customer: I want you to wash your hands and put on gloves.

Me: (Handing her the ice) Here you go. Can I get you anything out of the case?

Customer: Nope. Just the free ice! Next time use the bigger bag.

And…Cut!

Customer: Can I get these hocks sliced.

Me: Um….we can’t really do that. They’re so small, there’s no leverage on the saw. They can flip. It’s not very safe.

Customer: (Eye roll) So you won’t cut them on your saw?

Me: (to coworker) You want to cut these hocks? I’m uncomfortable doing it.

Coworker: I’m not either. They’re too small. They’ll roll on the saw.

Customer: Just do it. Do I need to get a manager.

(We stand in silence for a little. It’s clear she’s not taking no for an answer. It’s uncomfortable. )

Me: Um….it’s gonna take a little time . Swing back by in five minutes.

(I cut them on the saw. They predictably roll and flip. I nick myself on the saw blade. -it’s not bad. I’ve had worse.)

Me: Here are your hocks.

Customer: And see you didn’t cut yourself. (Seeing the bandaid in my hand) Oh….you did cut yourself…..uh…..um….well, we’ll think of you when we eat these.

I’ll Give You A Tip

Customer: I’ll take three of those rib steaks.  

Me: Yes, ma’am. Coming right up!  

Customer: Can you season them?  

Me: All I’ve got is Montreal seasoning. That okay?  

Customer: Yes please!  

(I season then and pack them up )  

Me: Here you go!  

Customer: (Forcing a $10 bill into my hand) Thanks. Merry Christmas!  

Me: Oh, you don’t have to do that. All I did was put some seasoning on it.  

Customer: It’s Christmas Eve. If I can’t tip you now, when can I. You can either take it, or I’m dropping it on the floor and some random person is getting it.  

Me: (accepting the tip) Thank you. Merry Christmas.  

Customer: That’s more like it. Merry Christmas!  

Annie, Are You Okay

Customer: (on phone) So if you could hold that turkey for me, I’ll be in the store in a few hours. 

Me: Sure thing, ma’am. I just need your name.  

Customer: It’s Annie.  Spelled A-N-N-I-E

Me: I’ll have it waiting for you.  

Customer: Great. The name is Annie.  

Me: Got it. That’s actually my niece’s name- 

Customer: A-N-N-I-E

Me: I’ll see you when you get here. 

Customer: Make sure you hold it in the back. Name’s Annie. A-N-N-I-E 

Where The Roasts Have No Names

Customer: I’m here to pick up a rib roast for Hoffman.

(I go to the back, but I don’t see a roast for Hoffman. I check our order book, there isn’t even an order for Hoffman. )

Me: I’m sorry. It looks like they didn’t write it down. I’ve got plenty, and they’re real quick to cut. Just give me like 5 mins. How big did you want?

Customer: Unbelievable! I don’t know how much we need. My daughter made the order! Hold on!

(He pulls out his phone and dials. )

Customer: (loud enough for me to hear) Yeah, honey? These MORONS didn’t save a roast for us. How big did we need? (To me)She says she spoke to Trevor.

Me: I’m sorry. I didn’t see an order for Hoffman.

Customer: Thy don’t even have an order for Hoffman......oh.....I didn’t.....(to me) It’s under her name; McClure.

(I go into the back and give him the roast we had saved for McClure. )

Customer:  Um....thanks. Merry Christmas.

Me: Merry Christmas.

Ground Beef

Customer: I’d like a rib roast with out any bones.  

Me: So a bone in rib roast with the bones cut off.  

Customer: No. I don’t want there to be any bones.  

Me: Well, I can give you a bones ribeye roast, but it’s more expensive that way. It works out to be cheaper if you buy the bone in one and I cut it off. Plus you can keep the back ribs I cut off.  

Customer: I don’t want there to have been any bones....like ever. 

Me: I don’t understand.  

Customer: I read that up north they’re raising cattle with no bones.  

Me: I don’t think I’ve heard of that.  

Customer: I read an internet article.  

Can You Be More Specific

Customer: I need to put in an order for some fondue meat. 

Me: Sure thing! How much are you looking to get?  

Customer: A lot!  

Me: Um...okay. How much is that?  

(Blank Stare)  

Me: How many people are you  serving?  

Customer: A bunch!  

Me: If you tell me a rough estimate, I can figure out how much you need. Roughly, 8oz is a serving size.  

(Blank Stare)  

Customer’s Wife: Jesus, Ed. It’s not that hard. We’re serving 7 people for Christmas.  

Me: Okay. I can do that! When would you like to pick it up?  

Customer: The 21st, the 22nd, or the 23rd. Or maybe I’ll come in on the 24th! I’ll let you know when I show up!! 

 

 

Math

Customer: Can I get about $7 worth of shrimp.

(I grab a handful and throw it on the scale)

Me: That’s $7.57. Is that good? Or do you want me to take a few out?

Customer: Add four more. (As I add four more) I want it to be under $8.

Me: Um....well that’s $9.12.

Customer: Take out four.

Me: Okay. Here you go!

Customer: WAIT! How much is that?!

Me: It’s back to $7.57

Customer: Add three more.