A Storm Of Entitlement, Part 6
The local news has been blasting evacuation alerts for two days about an incoming hurricane. Half the town has left, and the other half has boarded up their windows. Corporate, in their infinite wisdom, has kept the store open until today “to serve the community,” but we’ve finally convinced them that we need to close early today.
We’re still stuck serving the stragglers at 1:59 PM when we’ve told everyone we’re closing at 2 PM.
Customer #1: *Breezing up to the counter like it’s a Sunday picnic.* “Hi! Can I get a turkey sub, extra mayo, and light lettuce?”
Me: “Uh, sir… You do know there’s a hurricane warning, right? We’re shutting down in one minute so we can evacuate.”
Customer #1: “Yeah, but it’ll only take you five minutes to make the sandwich, right?”
The man just stares blankly until I start making his sandwich.
Customer #2: *Already lining up behind him with a smile.* “And I’ll have a roast beef with cheddar when you’re done.”
Me: “Ma’am, you don’t want to be here. You want to be literally anywhere else.”
Customer #2: “I’ll eat it in the car.”
A manager rushes by, waving at us.
Manager: “Wrap it up! Police just called, we’ve got to clear out now!”
Customer #1: *Indignant.* “Are you saying my lunch isn’t important?”
I slam the sub into a paper wrap, shove it across the counter, and lock the case behind me.
Me: “Sir, if you think that sandwich will keep you safe, good luck. Personally, I’m evacuating.”
I clock out and head for the door.
Customer #2: “But my sandwich!”
Me: “It’ll be blown away by the time the hurricane hits anyway!”
I’m able to get out, get home, and shelter in place pretty safely (I’m in a third-floor apartment). Ironically, I was able to make a sandwich at home while I watched the storm come through…
Related:
A Storm Of Entitlement, Part 5
A Storm Of Entitlement, Part 4
A Storm Of Entitlement, Part 3
A Storm Of Entitlement, Part 2
A Storm Of Entitlement
