A customer came through my line with pork, beef and chicken. I make my usual request about bags, and because it wasn't busy, asked if she wanted the meat bagged separately.
Customer: "Oh yes, please. Oh, and ... chicken in one bag, pork in another, please."
She added in a sort of embarrassed tone: "Just humour me ..."
It sounded as though she'd been given flak or at least funny looks in the past. No idea whether this sprang from religion, something OCD-related, or what, but hey ... there was no lineup and she made the request right at the start, so no problem.
She'd forgotten about the beef, by the way. IIRC, she asked for it to go in its own bag as well.
Customer: "Oh yes, please. Oh, and ... chicken in one bag, pork in another, please."
She added in a sort of embarrassed tone: "Just humour me ..."
It sounded as though she'd been given flak or at least funny looks in the past. No idea whether this sprang from religion, something OCD-related, or what, but hey ... there was no lineup and she made the request right at the start, so no problem.
She'd forgotten about the beef, by the way. IIRC, she asked for it to go in its own bag as well.
Comment