The Food Is Thawed But She Is Still Ice Cold  

, , , , , | Right | September 4, 2019

(One night, the freezers at the grocery store where I work go down overnight. All the staff has to spend the next morning putting everything in carts and taking them to the dumpster. I am in the back working in receiving that day, and the once-frozen items have been in the dumpster for about four hours in the hot sun, when a woman shows up very upset.)

Woman: “Why is all this food out here and why didn’t you call me?!”

Me: “Excuse me?”

Woman: “WHY. DIDN’T. YOU. CALL. ME? I could use this food and you’re just wasting it.”

Me: “I’m sorry, but our freezer went out overnight so everything was thawed when we opened. It can’t be sold or consumed.”

Woman: “Tell me why that is. TELL ME WHY THAT IS!”

Me: *long pause* “Because you might die?”

Woman: “That’s for me to sort out. You should know to call me about this.”

Me: “I’m sorry, ma’am, but I don’t know who you are.”

Woman: “Oh, that is rich. Everyone knows me; I’m [Woman] and I run the food shelter. I’m taking this stuff.”

Me: “No, ma’am, please. This food has been here, baking in the sun for hours. It cannot be eaten.”

Woman: “Shut the f*** up, plebe, and load this s*** in my car!”

(My manager hears the exchange and tells her exactly what I told her. She turns beet red and yells.)

Woman: “You f***ers will be sorry you messed with [Woman]!”

Manager: *to me* “She’s been doing her job for two weeks, and the first time I met her she said I should already know who she is.”

Me: “Yep, I got that part.”


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