Real Stories. Real Customers. Real Funny.
Customer: Do you have any more of the grass fed ground beef?
Me: No, ma’am. I’m sorry. The plant we get our ground beef from had to temporarily close because several people tested positive.
Customer: You guys can’t blame Covid forever!!! That’s bullshit!!
Customer: I’ve been in here 4 times. There’s no meatloaf mix.
Me: I’m sorry. There’s a bunch of items we’re not getting in right now.
Customer: Are you sure you’re ordering it?
Me: I personally ordered it yesterday. The warehouse doesn’t have any.
Customer: Well, they need to get it together.
Customer: (talking on cellphone) They’ve got salmon. Do you want some? (To me) One pound of salmon.
Me: Farm raised or wild caught?
Customer: (To phone) They’ve got two kinds. What kind do you want? I don’t know....I don’t know. (To me) Here, talk to her.
Me: With everything going on, I’m not comfortable touching your phone.
Customer: Don’t be such a baby! Take the goddamned phone!
Me: I’m sorry. I’m not going to do that.
Customer: I’m the goddamned customer. You do what I say!
Me: I’d be more than happy to explain the difference between the salmon..
Customer: Fuck you! I’m getting a manager!
(A woman wearing an N-95 mask literally walks back into my department while I had my back turned, washing a knife.)
Customer: Hellllooooo! Do y’all have any whole chickens?
Me: I’m sorry ma’am but if there are none in the case, I’m out.
(She keeps walking towards me, even though I’m moving back to keep it at 6ft.)
Customer: Well that’s unusual.
Me: It’s not that unusual lately.
Customer: Really? Weird! I wonder why....
(She walks away.)
Customer: You get any of the meatloaf mix in?
Me: No, sir. I’m sorry.
Customer: Are you sure they’re remembering to order it?
Me: We’re ordering it every truck, but our supply line isn’t back to 100% yet.
Customer: Why not? What’s going on?
(The store has been opening an hour early so that senior citizens can shop.)
Customer: Why don’t you have any chickens?!
Me: My truck isn’t here yet.
Customer: You should get your trucks early!
Me: They used to come in at 5am, but the neighborhood complained about hearing the trucks. They threatened to stop shopping if we didn’t change it. Now they can’t come in before 8.
Customer: ….I remember voting in favor of that..
Not everyone is mean:
Customer: Thank you for working.
Customer: I know this has been tough on you. Thank you for coming into work.
Customer: I appreciate everything you guys have done since this started.
Customer: Think of all the families you’re feeding. Thank you for working so hard.
Customer: You’re keeping the world together. You’re as vital as doctors and firefighters. Thank you.
Customer: (on phone) You got any chicken?
Me: Yes! I finally got a truck in. How much do you need?
Customer: How much do you got?
Me: (sigh- sorry couldn’t help it) Sir, again, how much do you need?
Customer: Well, there’s six of us, so 40 breasts.
Customer: I was just at your other store an hour ago and they had plenty of hamburger. Why don’t you have any?
Me: We didn’t get a truck today, and currently, our trucks are only coming in with so much. If you don’t mind me asking, why didn’t you buy it at the other store?
Customer: Wasn’t really shopping then. Just wanted to get out of the house and walk around a bit.
Me: How can I help you?
Customer: I don’t need anything. I was bored and wanted to get out of the house.
Customer: I’ll trade you a roll of toilet paper for a chuck roast.
Customer: (comes to the counter and looks around) You still selling this salmon?
Me: Um...yes.
Customer: Never can tell anymore. You guys don’t have much.
Me: If you see it, I’m selling it.
Customer: I don’t see any chuck roasts.
Me: I’m out.
Customer: Darn.
Customer: (looking at half empty shelves and tons of people in the store) Your truck late?
Me: No. We aren’t getting one today.
Customer: Someone should lose their job over that.
Customer: Uh...you sure don’t have much.
Me: I’m sorry, sir. Our orders are getting cut in half. The virus stuff has kinda thrown us out of wack.
Customer: Hmmm...I was under the impression that trucks couldn’t catch that virus. You should have planned better.
(The department is closed, We’ve done record business, we’re out of a lot of stuff, and I’m leaving for the day.)
Customer: (To other customer) Wow. They didn’t restock anything today did they? That’s not good business.
Customer: Is this shrimp fresh?
Me: No, ma’am. It’s been frozen. Customer: I don’t want frozen.
Me: I’m very sorry. That’s all I have.
Customer: Awwww is someone feelwing stwessed out?
Customer: Where’s your split chicken breasts?
Me: I’m all out. We’re only getting in about half of what we ordered and people are buying it up quickly.
Customer: That’s shitty! Don’t know if you heard, but there’s an outbreak going on! (He storms away)
Customer: I want you to cut me two 5oz ribeyes.
Me: I’ve got a couple of orders ahead of you. There are a few about that size out here in the case.
Customer: If I wanted the ones out there, I’d be out there!! I’m at the counter because I want you to cut them!
(I’m frantically restocking as people are buying everything they can get their hands on)
(A customer walks to the counter. I’m two feet to her left. She doesn’t wait for anyone to acknowledge her. She immediately yells.)
Customer: ANYBODY ACTUALLY WORKING BACK HERE TODAY?!?!
Customer: Don’t see any lamb out here.
Me: I’m sorry. We’re switching suppliers, so we’re having a hard time getting it in right now.
Customer: Bet it’s because of all that. Nonsense in China. Coronavirus stuff.
Me: I mean...all our lamb is domestic.
Customer: Freaking China...