So its been a while since I've added anything to my blog. I've been getting a lot of "Hey what's the deal with your MSN name saying 'New Blog...' when you don't have a new blog?" Yeah well you can stop your complaining. Here's a new one for you. It's about people at my work.
If you don't already know, I work at a supermarket. Yep. I'm a keeper.
So my job entails me to have to deal with people on a daily basis. It doesn't seem so bad when you think about it, but then again you do get your usual "pain-in-ass" customers and having to deal with those people is never a pleasure.
Well today it happened. Not only was this man a pain in the wazoo, but he was so stupid I just had to write about it. It all happened like this:
Man with Mullet walks up to the wing counter.
Me: Hi, may I help you?
Man: Yeah.
Me: What would you like?
Man: What time do you close?
Me: At seven sir.
Man: Then why do you got no wings left?
(at this point I look into the counter, it's quite apparent that we still have
plenty of wings)
Me: Actually sir, we do.
Man: Where?
Me: Right in front of you. (I was now pointing). What kind would you like?
Man: Where? I don't see any wings?
(I look at him. He looked confused. So I grabbed a pair of tongs, stuck my hand into the counter and pointed at the different flavoured chicken wings).
Man: Those are wings?
Me: Yes.
Man: No those are legs!
Me: No sir, those are wings.
Man: No those are legs! Don't tell me those are wings when they ain't.
I grew up in a farm!
Me: Really? Was it a chicken farm?
Man: No.
Me: Sir those are wings.
Anyway it went on for another 5 minutes. I finally managed to make him understand that the wings we sell were split wings, meaning that the wings had been seperated along their joints, resulting one to look like a miniature drumstick. So after all that he decided that he wanted a box of potato wedges instead. Needless to say it was the highlight of my night.