Running Out Of Ways To Put This Deli-cately, Part 2
I am at the deli counter in the grocery store. It’s the middle of the day, and it’s not very busy, but I am in a bit of a hurry since I am trying to buy sandwich stuff for the week on my lunch break on Monday. My boss doesn’t usually notice when I leave, so the risk of being gone too long is minimal but still on my mind
The guy ahead of me is being served by someone who is currently cutting part of his order. Another deli person comes out from their little side room and looks at me.
Deli Guy: “Are you being helped?”
Me: “Hi, not yet. Can—”
The customer ahead of me speaks up.
Customer: “No! I was here first; he’s going to serve me!“
Me: “Uh, that lady is currently helping you, and you don’t need both workers for one order. I really just need one thing, so can I please just order?”
Customer: “I need both people! It’ll be faster!”
At this point, the woman serving him is done with his first item and has very obviously heard him. She comes up with his meat and asks what else he wants.
The deli guy and I move a bit further down the case, and I give him my very short order of one pound of turkey. He goes to slice it, and the other customer sees and stares at me the entire time it’s being sliced.
At this point, a woman comes up and joins him, putting some dry goods in their cart.
Customer: “We would be done by now, but some young people don’t know how to wait their turn.”
He glares at me. I let out a short laugh and almost did the whole “Okay, boomer” meme, but instead, I stop, not wanting to lean into what he thinks I am, and just say:
Me: “Okay, buh… Whatever.”
I left to check out. For a second, I was wondering if I had done something wrong, but no, that’s not how delis work, at least not in Brooklyn: you get one worker, and the other worker is for another customer.