The Loss Of Fried Chicken Is The Ultimate Tragedy

(Two days after Hurricane Irma, our store has reopened. We lost power over the weekend and had to throw out all our frozen and refrigerated stock. We won’t get a delivery until tomorrow. The deli department can’t even serve any customers, and we’re here just to clean everything up and toss out the spoiled food.)

Customer: “Excuse me!“

Me: “Oh, I’m sorry; this department is closed.”

Customer: “No, it isn’t. You’re here. I need fried chicken.”

Me: “I’m afraid our stock is all bad, ma’am. We’re not able to serve customers today. We get our delivery truck tomorrow.”

Customer: “What do you mean, you can’t serve anybody?!”

Me: “We lost power in the storm and everything went bad.”

Customer: “But I need 100 pieces of fried chicken!”

Me: “I’m sorry; we don’t have any.”

Customer: “Do you know what a f***ing inconvenience this is?!“

(She storms away.)

Me: *muttering* “Yeah, it’s not like people lost their homes in the d*** thing, or anything.”