Baby Flowers For His Baby Tantrum
I am shopping in a small store. They are selling flower seeds to support a charity. To get these, you must ask at the till — no idea why. I am patiently waiting for the elderly man in front of me at the checkout.
Man: “I couldn’t find everything I was looking for. Could you help me?”
Cashier: “Sure thing! What were you looking for?”
Man: “Some of those flowers for the [Charity] effort.”
Cashier: “Oh, those are here at the till. How many bags did you want?”
The cashier holds up a bag.
Man: “Bags?! I wanted flowers!”
Cashier: “These are flower seeds: you plant them and flowers grow.”
Man: “This is bulls***! I’ve never heard of such a thing! You advertise flowers! Why won’t you give me g**d*** flowers?!”
The cashier starts calling the manager, but I interrupt.
Me: “Those are baby flowers, sir.”
The manager ended up coming over, but the man seemed to have finally caught on. He bought one bag and left. I heard he later got blacklisted from the store because of the way he shouted at that poor employee. Good riddance!
