OK, so the above video may be a little long if you are not….me. Personally I can watch them eat applesauce all day- it’s just that cute.
And now I thought I’d share a little anecdote from my trip to the grocery store today. Just a little story from the trenches.
The deli counter- it’s the bane of my existence. Publix has, hands down, the best subs around, and this was the request from my husband for lunch today. The downside is that you are likely to have a birthday or two while waiting in line. Add to that the fact that I also needed a pound of sliced turkey, and let’s just say I had settled in for the long haul. They literally have a book shelf in the deli section because they know you are going to be there for a while.
I wait about 10 minutes, and finally, it’s my turn! I place my order, and wait while the associate slices all of the meat and cheese for the two subs. As she breaks the plane between the sub-making area and the deli area to grab the roast beef, an older woman walks up and barks her order. The nice deli lady explains that she’s helping someone else, and it will just be a few minutes, so if she’s wouldn’t mind just getting in line…
Cranky Lady: “What? But there’s no one else in front of me? Isn’t there someone that just works the deli counter?”
Deli Associate: “No Ma’am, we all help all the customers in the deli counter and the sub counter, in the order that they arrived.”
Cranky Lady: “What? When did THAT start?”
Deli Lady: “It’s always been that way, ma’am.”
Cranky Lady: “Well, I don’t have time to wait for all those people! @#$%^&*!”, stomping off.
Cranky Lady’s Husband, looking puzzled, “Where do we have to be?”
Cranky Lady: “Stay here, Frank!”
Now the Deli Associate making my sub is feeling anxious and pissed off, so my sub did not get made with the usual TLC, but that’s ok. I gave her a sympathatic look and we exhaled as Cranky Lady dissappeared.
10 minutes later, Todd’s Philly Cheesesteak was complete. (Actually, she forgot the cheese which we found out later, but I digress.) One more sub to go.
Along comes Cranky Lady, with a store manager in tow. There are a few people in line, and a couple associates helping them. Cranky Lady points at ‘my’ deli associate, “It was THAT one!”.
Really, lady?? You don’t have time to wait in line, but you have time to go get a manager, because you didn’t like the fact that someone told you that you had to wait in line?
At this point, the rest of the people in line are getting a little tired of Cranky Lady. It was the equivalent of an accident on the highway, everyone had to stop and watch, and it was slowing down the already slow process.
There was just no justification for bringing the heat down on the nice Deli Associate. We were all ready to stick up for her if necessary. The store manager solved the problem by getting her a NEW associate, just for her. Apparently he has dealt with situations like this before. There were a few more back-and-forth “You said this” and “No, I said this”, and the situation diffused. But it left me, and the customer next to me with the same sentiment. I’m usually a pretty quiet person in public, but we turned to each other and said in unison,
“I really hope I don’t get like that when I’m old.”
OK, I’ll admit, that’s kind of mean because it’s definitely not just older people. But truly, I would love to know what it’s like to have that much time on my hands.