Mismanaged That Marriage

, , | Right | June 29, 2017

(I’m in a store I where I used to work. I still have friendly relations with the workers and the manager, so occasionally I drop by to say hello and get groceries. I’m next in the line to check out, and am making small talk with the cashier, whom I know. As we are exchanging simple questions like “how’s it going,” the woman who is currently being served gets annoyed and angry.)

Customer: “You know, this is horrible customer service! You are supposed to give your attention to me alone!”

Cashier: “I’m sorry, ma’am; I know this customer in person. My apologies.”

Customer: “You will be sorry! I am the manager’s wife!”

(The cashier and I look at each other and burst out laughing. The lady is, understandably, getting angrier.)

Customer: “What are you laughing at? How dare you! I’ll make sure you are fired!”

(As if on cue, the (male) manager in question spots me and comes bounding over to greet me. I am also male.)

Manager: “Heeeey, honey! Finally decided to come work here again as my love slave?”

(The cashier is now laughing her a** off, as I get a big sloppy kiss on my cheek from the very flamboyant, very gay manager. I can’t resist the temptation, and decide to antagonize the lady further.)

Me: “Is this your husband, ma’am?”

(She dropped her groceries and stormed out, her face redder than I thought humanly possible.)

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