Doing This Job Right Is Best Left To Others
(I am ordering cigarettes behind our customer service counter while my coworker mans the desk. She is nearer our display of packs of cigarettes than I am, so I call out to ask her how many we have left of a particular brand.)
Me: “How many [brand] menthol blue’s do we have?”
(She looks at the display, confused.)
Coworker: “Uhh… which ones are those?”
Me: “The blue ones on your left.”
(She continues to look around the display with no success. She’s running her finger along the rows of tags, trying to find them.)
Me: “One row down, on your left.”
(She drops her finger TWO rows, and stares, lost.)
Me: “No, one row. Move one row up.”
(She does so, and then stops again. She’s on the right row, but on the wrong side of the display.)
Coworker: “Where?”
Me: “On your left.”
(She moves one single pack to the left. They aren’t even blue.)
Coworker: “These ones?”
Me: “Keep going… keep going…”
Coworker: “Wait, which way is left again?”
Me: *facepalm*