Some People Are An Insult To Their Self (Serve)

, , , , | Right | April 10, 2019

(I work in a grocery store deli. Our wing bar is self-serve. A female customer has been standing in front of it for several minutes as I help someone else at the counter. I assume she is trying to decide which flavor she wants, but when I move to help the next person at the counter, the woman at the wing bar freaks out.)

Customer: “Ex-cuse me! I was next!”

Me: “Oh, I’m sorry. I thought you were getting wings.”

Customer: “I am getting wings!”

Me: “The wings are self-serve, ma’am.”

Customer: “You mean I’m supposed to get them myself?!”

Me: “Ah, yes.”

(She glares at me like she wants to wring my neck as she roughly piles several wings into a plastic tray. I hand the customer at the counter a slice of ham to sample, but the woman buying wings walks over and uses the tray to push my hand away.)

Customer: “Weigh it.”

Me: *obviously frustrated* “We don’t weigh the wings here, ma’am.”

Customer: “What the h*** do you mean, you don’t weigh them here?!”

Me: “You just take them to the checkout.”

Customer: “Take them to the checkout?! How are those people supposed to know how much this is?!”

Me: “They have scales built into the barcode reader.”

Customer: *dramatically bringing a hand to her face and waving it around* “So, you’re telling me that you don’t serve me the wings and you don’t price them, either?! You don’t do any part of the entire process?!”

Me: “Yes.”

(She pulls the top off the tray, which she had sealed, and slams it down as hard as she can onto the counter, sending wings flying everywhere.)

Customer: “F*** YOU!”

(She stomps out of the store screaming about “f****** rude a**holes.”)

Me: “I love my job.”

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