To Bacon, or Not To Bacon

(The department has been closed for 30 minutes. I’m cleaning up before I leave)

Customer: Hey man. Where’s the good bacon?!

Me: It’s in the back, I pulled it after I closed. I have hickory smoked and maple chipotle. Which kind did you want? 

Customer: Chipotle. Half a pound. 

(I go into the back, unwrap the pan, get him half a pound, rewrap the pan.) 

(5 mins later, he comes back) 

Customer: (handing me the bacon) I don’t want the bacon.  

Me: Okay. 

(Ten minutes later, he comes back) 

Customer: Can I get half a pound of the hickory bacon? 

Be Careful

(I am frantically cutting meat trying to fill a counter after 3 days of snow, no trucks, and tons of business. )

Me: Can I help you?

Customer: Yeah. You’re cutting what I need. 

Me: Top sirloin? 

Customer: Oh, I thought that was fillet mignon. 

Me: It’ll take me 10 minutes, but I can cut you a few. 

Customer: I’ll wait. 

Me: Okay. 

Customer: You know, I went to my office on Broad Street this morning. The sidewalks are so icy. 

Me: Yeah. It’s pretty rough out there. 

Customer: It’s really dangerous. There is no reason that anyone should be out on the roads. 

Me: Yeah….um….here’s your steak. Be safe out there. 

And Another Thing

Customer: I want this chicken breast. 

Me: Yes, sir!

(I bag it up.)

Customer: And this one. And this one. And this one. 

(I undo the bag and grab the other chicken breasts) 

Customer: That’s all. 

(I print out the label.) 

Customer: I want this one too. 

(I throw away the label, undo the bag, and get the other breast.)

Me: Anything else? 

Customer: No. 

Me: Here you go! 

Customer: Bag then 2 in one bag, 3 in another. 

(I throw away the new label, undo the bag, and separate them)