Our grocery store has a hot deli that sells fried chicken wings. After 7:00 pm, they go on sale for half-price to reduce leftover stock. A woman comes in and is eyeing up the remaining wings, about twenty or so.
She’s a problem regular: always rude and condescending. According to one of our older coworkers who goes to the same church as her, she’s just an awful lady who thinks because she married a rich banking type, she’s better than everyone else. It doesn’t explain her relentless cheapness, however.
Customer: “I want all these chicken wings for [half-price].”
Me: “They only go to that price after 7:00 pm, ma’am.”
Customer: “No, let’s do this again but the correct way. I tell you how much I want them for, and you stay in your lane and get me — the customer who pays your wages — what I want, for how much I want.”
Me: “Ma’am, there’s no need to be so condescending. It is currently 6:25 pm. Please come back at 7:00 pm, and the chicken wings will be at the price you’re asking for.”
Customer: “Get me your manager, and now. I don’t have time to be debating this with an uneducated little trollop like yourself.”
I’m halfway through college, but whatever. I call over my manager and the situation is explained.
Customer: “I don’t see why I should be inconvenienced to wait for half an hour to do you all a favor by freeing you of unwanted inventory. If you hired half-intelligent staff, then maybe you’d realize that.”
She makes this last comment while staring at me.
Manager: “I’m afraid that my currently-in-the-middle-of-getting-a-degree deli worker is correct, ma’am. The computer system won’t allow us to put in the post-7:00 pm price until after 7:00 pm.”
Customer: *Sniffs* “Fine. I have better things to do instead of arguing with the help. I shall be back at 7:00 pm sharp, and I will be buying every chicken wing remaining!”
She trots off and my manager turns to me.
Manager: “The computer system, however, will let the manager override the delay until 7:00 pm, which I am doing right now, as well as adding a staff discount. I’m buying all of these wings right now. Today, I am the Oprah of chicken wings. Everyone gets chicken wings!”
The manager then follows through and purchases every chicken wing for practically pennies, puts them in some takeout boxes, and places them in the staff kitchen for anyone to help themselves. He then returns to the deli.
Me: “What happens when she comes back and there’s none left?”
Manager: “Why do you think I came back? I can’t wait to be the one to tell her that they ‘sold out’!”
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