Repeat Mis-Steaks

Customer: “I don’t eat meat.”

I wait for her to finish what she was saying. She stops talking and looks at me.

Me: “Okay. Is there something I can help you with?”

Customer: “I need to get a steak for my husband. I don’t eat meat.”

Me: “Sure. Do you know what kind of steak he likes?”

Customer: “He said he likes fillets. I don’t eat meat.”

Me: “Okay. I’ve got sirloin fillets and tenderloin fillets. Probably…”

Customer: “I don’t eat meat.”

Me: “Both are good steaks. The tenderloin is going to be better. It’s kinda the top level for steaks.”

Customer: “I don’t eat meat.”

Me: “Let’s go with the tenderloin fillet.”

I wrap up the steak. She holds it with two fingers, like it’s a dirty diaper. She starts to walk away with a look of disgust on her face. She stops, and turns back to me.

Customer: “I don’t eat meat.”