Sometimes They Travel In Packs
(I have just arrived and am beginning my shift, when a teenage girl approaches the counter.)
Customer: “Hi… do you guys sell bread?”
Me: “Yes, we do. Anything you’re looking for in particular?”
Customer: “Yeah…”
Me: “Which is?”
Customer: “White bread.”
Me: “We have several kinds of white bread. What kind would you like?”
Customer: “Oh… whatever.”
Me: *grabs the most expensive white bread* “Sliced?”
Customer: “Yep.”
Me: “Thick or thin?”
Customer: “Oh… thick.”
Me: *slices bread and rings everything up* “That’ll be $5.50.”
Customer: “Is it too late to get that thin-sliced?”
Me: “…I could get another loaf for you.”
Customer: “Oh… nah, I wouldn’t want to be a bother.”
Me: *hands her her change and her bread* “Have a nice day.”
(She leaves, and a clearly intoxicated man walks over to my coworker.)
Man: “I LIKE YOUR BUNS!”
(He swears loudly and walks away.)
Coworker: “It’s gonna be a long day.”
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