Hamming It Up In The Deli Department

I am making up bags of sliced lunchmeat for our grab-and-go area. While I am weighing and pricing them, the scale spits out a tag giving one of the bags the price of six dollars and sixty-six cents.

Me: “Look, it’s evil ham!”

Boss: “Change that!”

I take out a piece of ham to change the price. I weigh it up again. The printer on the scale promptly jams.

Me: “It’s cursed ham!”