Unfiltered Story #195966

, , , | Unfiltered | June 9, 2020

I witnessed this event, but did not participate in it, other than being one of the people laughing at the end. The incident took place in a local farmer’s market. This market has a sign at the entrance which states “All Produce Sold Here Is Organically Grown Unless Indicated Otherwise”. (This is important.)

The cast of characters includes:
IW: Idiot Woman
PE: Patient Employee
WD: Woman’s Daughter
CC: Cool Customer

IW is looking at various items of produce for sale at the market, and calls over an employee to ask a question.

PE: Yes, ma’am, what can I do for you?

IW: I need to know which of these things are organic.

PE: Everything here is organic unless there’s a sign saying otherwise, ma’am.

IW: No. That’s not how it works.

WD: Mom, we saw the sign at the door.

IW: Quiet, honey.

PE: She’s right, ma’am, there’s a sign at the entrance stating that everything is organic unless indicated otherwise. At the moment, I don’t even think we have anything that isn’t organic.

IW: You have to mark everything that’s organic. Nothing here is marked as organic. I thought this sort of place would sell organic vegetables.

WD: Mom! Everything’s organic, okay? Let’s just go!

IW: Quiet, honey. Someone has to teach these people how to do their jobs. (Turns back to PE.) So…why don’t you have anything organic at a farmers market?

PE: We do, ma’am. Unless there’s a sign on the bin stating that the produce in that bin is not organic, everything we have here is organically grown.
By this point, there are several customers who have stopped shopping and are watching the show.

IW: NO! That is not how it works. You are required to mark every organic item as organic.

PE: Ma’am, as I have explained….

IW: NO! That is not how it is done. I don’t know what you think you’re doing here, but I will not be treated this way!

PE: Ma’am, all I’ve done is try to answer your question.

WD: Mom…please! It’s all organic. Please, let’s just go! (The poor girl is on the verge of tears.)

IW: In a minute, honey, this man is being very rude and has to be taught a lesson. (She turns to PE again.) Now…show me which items here are organic!

PE: Ma’am, I have already told you that everything here is organic!

IW: That is not how it works. I’M NOT STUPID!!!!!!

CC: (Steps forward and leans in to IW, and speaks loudly enough for everyone to hear) Don’t worry, your impression of it’s so good, no one will ever know.

Customer’s burst out laughing. IW storms out, grabbing WD and pulling her along. PE turns to CC to thank him.

Forbidden Fruit  

, , , , , | Working | February 21, 2020

(I’m buying some fruit from a stand at the market. The employee is very friendly and helpful throughout my transaction, and he puts me in an excellent mood, until…) 

Employee: “And here’s your change. My bonus today is that I got to touch your hand.” *stares at me and wiggles his eyebrows* 

Me: *walks away feeling gross and no longer enthusiastic about my fruit*

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Purse-uing The Wrong Person

, , , , | Working | October 4, 2019

When I was in high school, I worked at a farmer’s market that operated out of a very small building. In the fall, we would host a pumpkin patch and carnival that always drew a huge crowd. The fields directly behind our building would be opened for overflow parking and packed full on the weekends.

One busy, rainy Saturday, I was standing near one of the registers to help bag things for the customers who were all crowded around the counter. Suddenly, a woman flung her arm in front of my face, gesturing wildly out the door and yelled, “She forgot her purse! That woman forgot her purse!” 

Wanting to be a helpful employee, and hoping to prevent the woman from getting caught in the rain too long without her car keys, I grabbed the bag on the counter and ran to the parking lot, past row after row of parked cars, until I finally caught up to her. As I held out her bag, she looked at me like I had two heads.

“That’s not mine,” she said, staring at me as I mumbled an embarrassed apology, and she got into her car and drove off.

Dumbfounded, I slogged back to our building in the rain, only to find a confused-looking woman at the register, wondering why I had snatched her purse off the counter and tried to give it to someone else. The woman who caused the whole situation by yelling was nowhere to be found.

Luckily, the owner of the purse was understanding after I explained myself, and took her dripping-wet bag and left without complaint. And I learned to always double-check any instructions I was given at that job, just in case!

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Making A Sight Improvement

, , , , | Right | May 27, 2019

(I am working with a friend who has a table at a HUGE local farmer’s market. I’m a woman in my early 20s, and I am decked out in a T-shirt and an old, dirty pair of overalls. Mostly I am giving advice on planting and helping customers with their purchases. Right in front of our table are a pair of exhausted-looking young parents with their SCREAMING two-year-old in tow. She keeps tugging away from them and running off into the crowd. Filthy farmer girl that I am, I go up to them and ask…)

Me: “Mind if I take her off your hands?” *wink* “I could use an extra pair of hands mucking stables.”

Father: “Sure! She’s all yours.”

Mother: *nods*

(I pick up the child and start walking away from the parents slowly. They can still fully see me, but the child can’t see them. After a few yards, she starts shrieking and reaching towards where she last saw her parents. I put her down and watch her race back to them and hold both of their hands tightly, no longer fussing about anything.)

Both Parents: *mouthing* “Thank you.”

(I gave them a nod and they continued shopping, in peace.)

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High! How Are You?

, , , , , | Right | January 25, 2019

(Ringing up a customer:)

Me: “Hi! How are—“

Customer: “Yes, I am.”

Me: “Pardon?”

Customer: “I am high!”

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