Never Piss Off A Man With A Meat Cleaver

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(It was 5:45 pm on Christmas Eve, and the grocery store I worked at closed at 6 pm.)

Customer: ¬†”Why don’t you have any big frozen turkeys? ¬†I need a 20 pound frozen turkey!”

Me: ¬†”Sir, we only have what’s left in the counter.”

Customer: ¬†”Go look in the back! ¬†I know you have some hiding back there.”

Me: ¬†”Um, sir, I put all the turkeys out already. ¬†What’s out is all we have.”

Customer: ¬†”LISTEN! ¬†I NEED A G**D*** 20 POUND TURKEY!¬†GET IN THE BACK AND FIND ME ONE!”

Me: ¬†”There are no more turkeys in the back…”

Customer: ¬†”I’ll just go look myself!”

(The customer proceeds to march through the “Staff Only” doors and is met by one of the butchers who stands 6′ 5″.)

Customer: ¬†”GET ME A G**D*** TURKEY!”

Big Butcher: ¬†”GET THE H*** OUT OF MY STORE!”