Fresh Market Typical Frustration

Here's a reason the retail business is not for me...

I get a call at work. Meat Department, Line one. I answer. Some lady with a very nasal, New Yorkish accent says, "Hi, this is Mrs. Woalker (Walker) coawling (calling). I'd like 20 individually wrapped chicken breasts cut in half."

"Ma'am, would you like them split or cut into cutlets?"

"Oh, cutlets."

"Ok. So you you would like 10 breasts cut into cutlets to make 20 individually wrapped pieces. Correct?"

"Yes. I'll be there in a few minutes to pick them up."

Ok, that was her order. She said cutlets. She said 20. She said individually wrapped (which is a royal pain). Also, we don't get our chicken cutlets in already cut into cutlets like every other cruddy grocery store. We cut them ourselves. I wish the Fresh Market was cruddy and cheap sometimes. I hate cutting cutlets. Fortunately, I had just sharpened my knife so it was much easier. 15 minutes later I get the job done. 20 minutes later some man shows up. Here's how it went:

This very short man walks up to the counter. By short, I mean he could barely see over the counter. I'm not kidding. More on this in a sec. The other guy working the counter, Ryan, waits on him.

Man - "My wife called a little while ago and ordered some chicken."
Ryan - "Yes sir, here it is."
Man - "Oh. Cutlets? Is there any meat in those packages?" (Cutlets are very thin and don't weigh much)
Ryan - "Yes sir. There's meat in there" (What Ryan wanted to say - "&*%$, Sir, we are lying to you, we thought we'd wrap 20 packages. Empty. Just for fun.)
Man - "What my wife meant to order was 20 half chicken breasts. Not cutlets."
This is where I step in - Me - "Sir, I spoke with your wife and she told me that she wanted cutlets. I even repeated it to her and she confirmed her order."
Man - "Yes, I know. But what she meant was whole halves." (Split breasts - as I asked her) (and he was super snotty about it)

Ok, so I was pretty mad at this point and he knew it. I guess he could tell on my face or something *note the sarcasm. But what made me really ticked at this guy was that he knew that she ordered the wrong thing and didnt' call us back. He said, "I know she ordered cutlets." So he knew we had prepared the correct order.

Ryan was mad too, but he got what the turd wanted. When Ryan finished with the order, 10 min. later, he put all 20 packages on the counter. What Ryan didn't realize was that he put them on the counter just out of reach of the very short, snotty, wrong, turdish, man. Seriously, this guy was probably under 5 feet tall. He wasn't a dwarf or midget. He was a grown normal man. Just short. So Ryan walked away, but I noticed that the man was flailing at the chicken trying to reach it. I tried so hard not to laugh. He looked at me with that look like "Yeah, I know I'm short, whaddya gonna do about it?" So I passed the man the rest of his chicken and he left.

Now I have 20 chicken cutlets for tomorrow. Anyone want them? This was a super long post that I hope was funny. It was super frustrating with a strangely satisfying ending.

I just saw Michael Phelps set another world record and won another gold medal. He's a freak. This race wasn't even close. At least one body length. He owns 26 individual world records. This is his 6th gold medal in these Olympics. I agree with my friend George (you can read his blog on a link to the right - The Bednars), Phelps is probably the greatest athlete ever. It's just that no one will consider him so because it doesn't involve a ball or a big pay check. I'm just sayin'.