Unfiltered Story #107071

(Our store was remodeled over two years ago and some of the components were moved.)

Woman: *already drunk, approaches my counter* “Where is your salad bar? It’s supposed to be right here! Where is it?”

Me: *blinking, I point in the direction of where the salad bar is*

Woman: “Where? I can’t see it! You moved it! Why did you move it?”

Me: “Um, ma’am, it’s right over there, just keep going.”

Woman: *mutters about us moving things around on her*