Wednesday, January 9, 2013
WHAT KIND? YOU STUPID WOMAN!
I was at the grocery store the other day. The deli. Just picking up some lunch meat. There was a girl behind the counter helping someone at the other end with some fried chicken. No problem. I can wait. There was a guy behind me, stocking some cheese or something in a display case. He stopped what he was doing and stepped behind the counter to help me. How nice, I thought.
He asked me what I wanted. The look on his face was blank. I told him I wanted a pound of ham, thinly sliced. WHAT did I want, he asked again. His face was still a blank, but I could see an ever so slight twinge at the corner of his eyes and I knew he was getting a little agitated. Not sure why. So, I pointed to the sign that said ham was on sale for $5.99 a pound (really? that's a sale?), and said I wanted a pound of that, thinly sliced. WHAT KIND??!!! he asked, very rudely, without even changing his face, which was void of expression. Anyway, while he was slicing my ham, my daughter said I should say something to him because he was extremely rude. And then she walked away . . . she didn't want to be there, apparently, when I reamed him up and down. Yeah, thanks for the moral support.
So as he was finishing up and wrapping my ham, I decided I WOULD say something. I don't like to be mean. I tried to think of something that wouldn't necessarily embarrass him or hurt his feelings, but instead just make him aware of his rudeness. You know, maybe save future customers from his kind of creepy demeanor. He handed me my ham, and I said something like, "I hope your day gets better because you were really rude to me." Without looking me in the eye, he mumbled something like, "Sorry." Still no change in expression. I left and continued shopping, but it kind of bothered me.
Anyway, as I thought about it more the following day, I wondered if he looked the way that crazy people look before they start shooting. And I figured it might be a good idea to avoid the deli counter for a while.