Lost In The Sauce

I change the discount stickers on the shelves every week. I’m also neurodivergent. I know EXACTLY where items are.

Old Man: *Hollering down half the aisle.* “‘Scuse me, mate!”

Me: “Yes?” 

Old Man: “What aisle’s the sauce in?”

There are several aisles that have sauces of various categories.

Me: “What kind of sauce?”

Old Man: “Mustard, and honey.”

He definitely paused in the middle.

Me: “Okay, honey’s in this aisle right behind you, and m—”

Old Man: “—Nah nah nah! Mustard AND honey!

Thinking, that’s normally called ‘honey-mustard’, and I was about to tell you.

Me: “Mustard is in ais—”

Old Man: *Angry?* “Nah, don’t worry about it!”

Me: “Aisle eigh—”

Old Man: *Angry and backing away.* “Nah, don’t! I’ll f****** find it myself!”

I’m just standing there, dumbfounded. A lady approaches from the other side.

Lady: “Excuse me, could you please tell me where to find the eggs and the jars of sweetener?”

Me: “Yes! Eggs are along the back wall, past the meat. If you get to the milk, you’ve gone too far. Sweetener is in the baking aisle, number 9, in between sugar and flour.”

Lady: “Thank you!”