Doesn’t Put It Deli-cately
(I work in the deli of a big grocery store. It is around eight pm; our department closes at nine and, since we are a slow store, we usually have two of our three slicers cleaned and non-operational by 7:30. Our deli also doubles as a sandwich shop. I am on the deli counter helping a regular who is ordering an abnormally large number of products; meanwhile, an older lady comes up to be served at the deli. After about a minute, the lady approaches me while I’m helping the gentleman in front of her. Keep in mind that my coworker is helping a line of about three people at the sandwich shop while this occurs.)
Customer: “Is there anybody else working here that can help me?”
Me: “Sorry, ma’am, but it’s just me and [Coworker] tonight; I will be with you as soon as I’m done helping this gentleman!”
(About five minutes pass and I finish helping the customer in front of her; it is now her turn in line.)
Me: “How are you today, ma’am? I apologize for your wait. What can I get for you?”
Customer: “Okay… Are you ready?”
Me: “Uh? Ready for what?”
Customer: “DON’T YOU EVER LET ME STAND HERE WAITING LIKE THAT EVER AGAIN! I’VE BEEN STANDING HERE TWENTY MINUTES WHILE YOUR COWORKER HAS HELPED TWO PEOPLE THAT CAME UP BEHIND ME!”
Me: “Ma’am, I apologize, but we are down to one slicer; even if [Coworker] came over to help you, still—” *customer interrupts loudly*
Customer: “I don’t f****** care! You should have done something about it, knowing that that man had such a large order!”
Me: “I actually didn’t know he had such a large order, ma’am. Since we don’t take numbers here I—”
(The customer interrupts me again and continues her tirade; she asks for a manager, so I have my coworker page him over. My coworker has finished with her line and walks over to me to see what is going on.)
Coworker: “Ma’am, what seems to be the problem today?”
Me: “I stood here for twenty f****** minutes while you helped those people who came up behind me! You should have come over here and helped me first!”
Coworker: “I understand, ma’am; however, even if I had came over here, I would’ve had to wait for [My Name] to finish with his customer to use the slicer. Your wait would’ve been just as long, and then the customers at the sandwich shop would’ve been left there with nobody helping.”
Customer: “I don’t care about them! You saw me standing here for twenty minutes!”
Me: “Ma’am, I don’t believe it was quite twenty minutes; the gentleman before you came up at 7:55 and it is now 8:04.”
Customer: “Oh! So, now you think you’re going to tell me how long I waited? Oh, perfect!” *right at this time the store manager walks up to address the super-patient lady*
Customer: *directed at manager* “Oh, my! My long-lost friend!”
Manager: “What seems to be the problem, ma’am?”
Customer: “I waited here for twenty minutes while [My Name] and [Coworker] did nothing about it! I fully expect you to take disciplinary action against those two lazy people! They both deserve to be fired!“
Manager: “Absolutely, ma’am. I’ll take care of it right now.”
Customer: “Good!”
(Our manager starts yelling at us in front of the customer. I am appalled because normally he would have us go to the office to talk about it. The customer gives me a smug look and walks away. Once she is out of sight my manager stopped yelling.)
Manager: “So, guys… what did that crazy b**** want this time?”
(Apparently this pleasant human being is a repeat offender.)
Me: “I’m not sure; she actually didn’t even order anything from the deli…”