Fussy Children Hold The Power

When I worked in the deli department of a supermarket, I’d enjoy interacting with customers, especially when it was slow. If they had a good attitude, I’d joke with them, and they seemed to really appreciate it. One morning, a woman came up and ordered three or four items, which I got while I chatted with her, and she thanked me and left. A few minutes later, she returned.

Customer: “I forgot to order something.”

Me: “No, no! You left! You’re done! You don’t get anything else!”

Customer: *Laughing* “But I have a very fussy nine-year-old at home!”

Me: “Oh. Well, that’s different. What can I get you?”