Sometimes They Travel In Packs

| | Right | June 10, 2009

(I had just arrived and was beginning my shift, when a teenage girl approached 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 co-worker.)


(He swears loudly and walks away.)

Co-worker: “It’s gonna be a long day.”

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