"Can I see that?"

I keep meaning to blog because so many crazy things have happened, but then I get home and I sit on the couch and that's the end of that...lol I haven't been writing much of anything lately...I'm going to try harder though.


So, the other day (Maybe last week or something...I don't know.) this woman comes into work and was looking at the meat case as I walked into the deli and was washing my hands to start my shift. The old Russian woman who was there saw me, then saw the woman, and quickly claimed, "It's my time! I go now!" Yes, this is said in a thick accent and makes me giggle every time. She then tells the woman it's her time and she's going now, so the woman says, "Okay." Even though it was ten minutes until three, the Russian shot off out of the deli. Another girl was working, but claimed she was too busy to help the customer. This left only me. So, I go to the front as I'm tying on my apron and putting on my gloves (Yes, I'm multi-talented.). This is how our exchange went...


Me- "Can I help you, ma'am?"

Her- "Yes. Can I see the golden roasted turkey?"

Me- A little confused, "You want to see it?"

Her- "Yes. Show me the meat you would cut if I asked for it."

Me- "Okay." I show her the meat.

Her- "No, that looks horrible and I would end up with the end of it. It's dry." (It's covered in plastic, like three times over because someone was a bit overzealous in their wrapping; she couldn't see shit!) "Let me see the chicken."

Me- "Here's the chicken."

Her- "No! That's even worse! Look at the fat in it!" (I'm not sure it was fat, but it didn't look all that fabulous.) "How about the low sodium turkey?"

Me- Sighing on the inside, "Yes, ma'am."

It took another three or so meats before she finally decided on one she liked. I cut her a pound or so of it, very, very thinly sliced, of course.


Me- "Can I get you anything else?" (After cutting her meat.)

Her- "Yes, a pound of baby Swiss thinly sliced."

Me- As I pull the cheese out to hold it up to her, I ask, "Do you want to see it first?"

Her- looks at me as though I'm crazy, "No. Why would I want to see it?"

Me- sigh of exasperation


Okay, seriously, WTF? She wanted to see everything, but then acts like I'm nuts for asking if she wants to see the cheese!! I was happy to see her leave after all that...


I had an old man come in last Friday who was asking for some stuff we didn't have. (What the hell is garlic bologna? It sounds gross.) He then asks, "Hey, you guys hiring?" I said I didn't know, but explained how he could apply. As we chatted, he said, "I couldn't work in the deli. I bet you get some real asshole customers in here. It's okay, you can tell me if I'm right." I grinned and nodded. He said, "I knew it! People comes along and bitch that the meat isn't thin enough or too thin! I couldn't do it!" I felt a little bit better that day knowing that at least one of our customers knows that people are assholes and treat us deli girls like crap...


On a side note, after having four consecutive days off, I went back to work yesterday and found out that Smokey got switched with another manager so she's no longer our manager in the deli. I mean, she's still a manager, but she's not making our schedules anymore. Want to hear something crazy? The week after next, which is the first week the schedule isn't written by Smokey, I have thirty hours again...In fact, it is clearly a fair written schedule. Of course my fears of favoritism were wrong though, yet mysteriously after mentioning this to the store manager, she is taken away...Hmm...I'm sure it's just a co-winky-dink though. *rolls eyes*