Spoon Feeding You An Exit Strategy

Spoon Feeding You An Exit Strategy

Superstore

Fairbanks, AK, USA

(My husband and I have just moved in together. I brought my dishes with me which include some pretty cheap spoons with plastic handles. My husband, as a result, keeps snapping the handles off when he uses them because the plastic is so useless. Because of this I decide to just replace all of my spoons with solid metal ones.)

Clerk: “Hi. How’s your day going?”

Me: “Oh, not too bad.”

(As I continue loading my groceries and spoons onto the conveyer belt, the clerk begins to flirt with me. I smile politely and casually mention one of the items I am buying is for my husband. Undeterred, the clerk continues to flirt with me until the spoons get down the belt to him.)

Clerk: *holding up five packs of spoons* “Wow, that’s a lot of spoons. You having a party or something?”

Me: “No. My husband keeps breaking my spoons in half so I figured I should buy some extras.”

Clerk: “Oh… well. Have a nice, uh, day!”

(He avoided me after that.)