Tales from the Granary: In Which We Are Butter Fascists

[rae_beta]

Woman walks up to my register, brandishing a single stick of butter. Remember, at this point, we don't have a barcode scanner, so every non-bulk item has a price sticker on it.

Woman: There's no price on this!

Me: Okay, let me run and check on that.

I'm pretty sure we don't sell single sticks of butter, but I've been wrong before, so I run back

Comments

[rrrobin_e]

Yeah! (I had forgotten what a seriously bad-ass manager Christine was.)

[rae_beta]

She remains the hands-down best boss I've ever had.

[knastymike]

Jeez, you people are so mean to little old ladies!

Which is why you are awesome.

[rae_beta]

She wasn't old--just horrible. This wasn't the first time she'd done something like this, either.

[knastymike]

Oooh, will we hear more about her in the future?

[rae_beta]

Probably not much. Her antics tended to be of the "wasting people's time and creating more work" variety, not the "so dumb they're funny" variety, unfortunately.