Her Heart Just Wasn’t In It
(I work in a butcher’s shop. It is a pretty calm day at the store. I am helping a few customers when a very forceful lady makes her way to the front of the line. I am already helping another customer, so my coworker walks over to help her.)
Customer: “I need ten pounds of cow heart!”
(At my store, we don’t carry cow heart without special orders, as it’s so rarely purchased.)
Coworker: “Well, we don’t have any right now, but we can order it for you. It may take a few days, though.”
Customer: “I need it soon! I’ll drop by tomorrow to get it!”
(Special orders tend to take at least three days to get to our store, and we attempt to explain that, but she doesn’t listen and comes in every day for the next four days as we wait for the hearts to come in, the entire time insisting she needs ten pounds. Finally, after four days, the hearts come in — ten pounds as she asked. When she walks up I am the only one at the counter.)
Customer: “Are my hearts here yet?”
Me: “Yes, ma’am, here they are, as you asked. Can we do anything else for you?”
(As soon as I hand the box of hearts to her, she promptly ignores me as she starts looking at the box of hearts, before she throws three of them on the counter.)
Customer: “I only need seven pounds.”
(With that she walked off, leaving me with three cow hearts that we later had to mark as loss as we couldn’t sell them, and all I could do was laugh at how insistent she was on ten pounds of cow heart.)