When I used to work at Coles, I was on the register, when this really huffy customer came up to me. This was the convo:
SC: Can I get some assistance?
Me: Yes, what is it?
SC: Can you tell me where the stock powder is?
Me: (without hesitation) Aisle 1.
SC: Are you telling me that you keep the stock powder in a different aisle from all the spices (spices were in aisle 5)
Me: Well, I don't stock the shelves, but yeah
SC: It's in aisle 5, I just can't find it
Later on, when I was on my way back from my tea break, I passed the stock powder. In aisle 1.
SC: Can I get some assistance?
Me: Yes, what is it?
SC: Can you tell me where the stock powder is?
Me: (without hesitation) Aisle 1.
SC: Are you telling me that you keep the stock powder in a different aisle from all the spices (spices were in aisle 5)
Me: Well, I don't stock the shelves, but yeah
SC: It's in aisle 5, I just can't find it
Later on, when I was on my way back from my tea break, I passed the stock powder. In aisle 1.


Gotta love the pre-Copernian attitude on that woman. My dad once got really frustrated because, while we could find dry wasabi next to the sushi counter at the grocery store, he couldn't find any paste. I tried explaining to him that they didn't sell the paste, and so did two of the store associates, but he swore up and down that he'd bought wasabi paste there before. (I bought some of the dry and we made our own damn wasabi paste, so there). He recounts this to my mom after we got home, and she says, "No, dear, you've never bought wasabi there before. We buy it at the Asian Grocery down the hill."
* RUN OUT of something??!
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