Surely They Can’t Be Citrus?

, , | Right | October 28, 2018

(I work in the deli department of a major Australian supermarket. We sell a variety of shaved meats, including three types of shredded chicken in the flavours of BBQ, Peri Peri, and Lemon, Lime, and Coriander.)

Me: “Hi, how can I help you today?”

Customer: *a woman in her late thirties* “What flavour is that chicken?” *pointing*

Me: “Lemon, lime, and coriander.”

Customer: “Lime, coriander, and what?”

Me: “Lemon.”

Customer: “So it has lime, coriander, and…?”

Me: *internally sighing* “Lemon.”

Customer: “Lemon? Oh, okay. I’ll have $5 of that one, then.”

(I get the required amount, wrap it in butcher paper, and put the ticket on it, which has the name on the label. The customer looks at the ticket and then at me.)

Customer: “So, it’s lemon, lime, and coriander?”

Me: “Yes. Is there anything else?”

Customer: “No, thanks.”

(She leaves and I go back to cleaning. A couple of minutes later, she comes running back into the store and over to me.)

Customer: “What was the flavour of that chicken?”

Me: “Lemon, lime, and coriander.”

Customer: “Oh, my God! My daughter just ate some, and she’s allergic to lemon!”

(She then turned around and ran back out the door. I don’t understand how these people manage to survive day after day.)

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