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Grocery store groaners: the Corn Stalk-er
Sep. 25th, 2007 03:14 pmBeen a while since I posted any grocery store horror stories, but this one's a duesy.
The produce department is decked out with corn stalks, including a few with little festive add-ons -- orange bows, or silk autumn leaves or silk pomegranates -- that are there just for decoration. Now, this old lady grabbed a bunch with the decorations and brought it to the register to buy it. The cashier tried taking the decorations off, since we aren't supposed to be selling them, so the old lady started raising a ruckus over it. Even played the Senior Citizen card, also known as "I IZ TEH ELDURLEE!!! BOW 2 MEE!!!! GIV MEEE MI DISKOWNT!!111111" Unfortunately, the Major Pain in the Neck was on his lunchbreak, so he wasn't there to referee. Instead, two of the supervisors and the assistant produce manager had to try putting out the brushfire. Eventually, almost everyone in the front end was staring at this old bat; finally, the produce manager caved in and let her take them. I felt like trying to get the old bat's number and slip it to Jack Kevorkian, now that he's out of jail...
The produce department is decked out with corn stalks, including a few with little festive add-ons -- orange bows, or silk autumn leaves or silk pomegranates -- that are there just for decoration. Now, this old lady grabbed a bunch with the decorations and brought it to the register to buy it. The cashier tried taking the decorations off, since we aren't supposed to be selling them, so the old lady started raising a ruckus over it. Even played the Senior Citizen card, also known as "I IZ TEH ELDURLEE!!! BOW 2 MEE!!!! GIV MEEE MI DISKOWNT!!111111" Unfortunately, the Major Pain in the Neck was on his lunchbreak, so he wasn't there to referee. Instead, two of the supervisors and the assistant produce manager had to try putting out the brushfire. Eventually, almost everyone in the front end was staring at this old bat; finally, the produce manager caved in and let her take them. I felt like trying to get the old bat's number and slip it to Jack Kevorkian, now that he's out of jail...