When You Have Oodles And Noodles Of Education
A woman comes in and spends about two seconds looking at our noodles section before grabbing my attention further along the aisle.
Customer: “I need [specific brand of instant noodles]. I need to send it to my son at university. He got into Oxford.”
Me: “I don’t think I’ve heard of those. Let me go back and look.”
Customer: “It’s okay, if you had actually been to university you would know about these noodles.”
Me: “Well in that case you can look for your own noodles. When your son gets his First Class Honours like me, he can come and work here part-time while job hunting so that he can be mocked by snobby mums who go around boasting to strangers what university their son got into.”
Customer: “That’s not what I was doing! Where is your manager!”
Me: “I can get you my manager, and you can try to get me fired, but I leave next week to start my full-time accounting job so good luck with that.”
She left angry and noodle-less.
