what are you, a fucking monkey? / the honey glazed mimi

This lady came to the deli this morning and when I asked her what she wanted, she reapeatedly pointed (and by point I mean banged on the glass) to a honey turkey in the window as she said ” a quarter pound of oven roasted turkey.”

She spoke perfect english, so im not sure why she was stabbing at the glass. But she obviously couldn’t read if she was pointing at the honey turkey….

Anyway. I always think of monkeys when people do that. Its so unneccessary.

Later, a woman, her daughter, and grandaughter came to the counter. The daughter was wearing an ugly, and by ugly I mean atrocious, blue DC brand hat. She also had on a flourescent pink tube top and bright sky blue jeans. She had a tattoo on her arm – in giant letters, “Mimi”

Woman: do you have any roasted turkey that’s like roasted but not moist?
Me: I have blah blah turkey here have a slice and see if u like it.
Woman: (as im cutting her a slice) CAN I TRY A SLICE?
Daughter: (as im handing woman a slice) YOU HAVE HONEY GLAZED TURKEY?
Me: yes
Daughter: you have honey glazed turkey? I want that.
Me: ok. (Starts slicing turkey, and is about to give a slice to her.)
Daughter: THAT’S HONEY GLAZED? GIMME A SLICE.
Me: im about to.
Daughter: I want a dalla. No two dollas of that, and a dolla fifty of cheese.
Me: (slicing turkey)
Daughter: I WANT CHEESE. BUT I WANT MY CHEESE SLICED REALLLL THIN.
Me: o. K. A. Y.

After slicing both items, I ask if she would like anything else.

She gave me the dirtiest look and just said, ” im alright.”