Wait Until She Finds Out Apple Pies Are From England
I’m restocking a display of mangos and dragon fruit when an older woman walks over, arms folded, clearly unimpressed.
Customer: “Ugh. What is all this? None of these were around when I was young. We didn’t need all this crazy crap.”
Me: “What do you mean?”
Customer: *Reading the label.* “Dragon fruit? Are they for real? Where’s it from? China? Probably full of germs.”
Me: “Well, we’ve got a wider selection now, for people who like to try different things.”
She waves a hand dismissively at the lychees.
Customer: “Back in my day, we were happy with apples and bananas. Nothing weird. All local!”
Me: “Well, we’ve always imported our Bananas from Guatemala, so I don’t know where you’ve been getting your local Arkansas-grown bananas, but I’d love to know how they’re doing it.”
Customer: “Such bull-s***!”
Me: “Ma’am, I think your bananas have always been foreign. We just didn’t talk about it back then.”
She blinks, clearly thrown, and storms off.
