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Since Friday, I've noticed a disturbing trend.
Customers go Zombie for Turkey.
The turkey was on Special last week, and of course, Cupid (not real name, duh) didn't order enough. He always does that and the other butchers hate him for it, but he's DA BOSS. Anyways...
So this week we have returning customers with raincheck and then again, no Turkeys. Cuz Cupid's an idiot.
Here's the disturbing trend.
When I'm walking around the store with a full buggy, people will JUMP OUTTA NOWHERE in front of it and park themselves there.
This is a metal buggy filled up to my eyes with HEAVY, FROZEN-DOUGH FILLED BOXES.
I CANNOT stop this thing on a dime. If I try and somehow succeed, the first row of boxes MIGHT topple over and bury you in croissant-y goodness. HEAVY FROZEN croissant-y goodness.
But no, they will HIJACK my buggy and then ask ME where the Turkey is.
I'm a baker. I know it's not obvious what with all the boxes with BREAD or DOUGH written on them*, but trust me on this, you want to ring that bell that says "Ring Bell for butcher" right next to it.
Worse one was this sorta 8 years old kid who thought he could stop my buggy by sticking his foot in my way.
One good shot of Patented ShiroDeathGlare (tm) and a well-growled "BAD idea, kid." made him back up.
It was either scare the legos outta him or clean up the smear he would have left on the floor after the boxes toppled over him and crushed him into paste.
*It's even less obvious when I'm carrying fresh bread up to my eyeballs and standing in the bakery goods. People act genuinely surprised when I tell them I work in the bakery.
Customers go Zombie for Turkey.
The turkey was on Special last week, and of course, Cupid (not real name, duh) didn't order enough. He always does that and the other butchers hate him for it, but he's DA BOSS. Anyways...
So this week we have returning customers with raincheck and then again, no Turkeys. Cuz Cupid's an idiot.
Here's the disturbing trend.
When I'm walking around the store with a full buggy, people will JUMP OUTTA NOWHERE in front of it and park themselves there.
This is a metal buggy filled up to my eyes with HEAVY, FROZEN-DOUGH FILLED BOXES.
I CANNOT stop this thing on a dime. If I try and somehow succeed, the first row of boxes MIGHT topple over and bury you in croissant-y goodness. HEAVY FROZEN croissant-y goodness.
But no, they will HIJACK my buggy and then ask ME where the Turkey is.
I'm a baker. I know it's not obvious what with all the boxes with BREAD or DOUGH written on them*, but trust me on this, you want to ring that bell that says "Ring Bell for butcher" right next to it.
Worse one was this sorta 8 years old kid who thought he could stop my buggy by sticking his foot in my way.
One good shot of Patented ShiroDeathGlare (tm) and a well-growled "BAD idea, kid." made him back up.
It was either scare the legos outta him or clean up the smear he would have left on the floor after the boxes toppled over him and crushed him into paste.
*It's even less obvious when I'm carrying fresh bread up to my eyeballs and standing in the bakery goods. People act genuinely surprised when I tell them I work in the bakery.
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