Boxing Match

(I’m working out lunch meat. So when I empty a box, I break it down, and put it in a shopping cart so I can take it to the bailer when I’m done.)

(A customer comes up with an arm full of groceries. )

Customer: I need this cart.

Me: I can run up front and get you one.

Customer: I don’t have time for that.

(She proceeds to dump my empty boxes on the floor and take the buggy.)