I Don’t Work Here, Does Not Work Here, Part 52
I am pushing a trolley with my toddler in the seat, my four-year-old son is running around grabbing things that are low down because I am heavily pregnant, a couple of days overdue actually, and I can’t bend too well.
An older woman comes up to me:
Customer: “Where’s the deli?”
I am very distracted at this time. The toddler is whining, the four-year-old is asking questions, and the baby in my belly is trying out for Olympic gymnastics so I may be a bit short. I just point in the general direction and say:
Me: “Over there, somewhere.”
Of course, she is having none of that. She grabs my arm and starts yelling:
Customer: “That is no way to talk to a customer! Take me there and do your job!”
My pregnant brain has trouble computing this incident so I just stand there until my four-year-old pipes up:
My Kid: “Mummy, why is that lady yelling at you?”
That seems to get through to this crazy lady, causing her to stalk off while muttering:
Customer: “Ugh! Nobody wants to work these days…”
Related:
I Don’t Work Here, Does Not Work Here, Part 51
I Don’t Work Here, Does Not Work Here, Part 50
I Don’t Work Here, Does Not Work Here, Part 49
I Don’t Work Here, Does Not Work Here, Part 48
I Don’t Work Here, Does Not Work Here, Part 47






