I'm a Terrible Person

I don’t think I’ve ever written about this woman, but my apologies if I have.

so one day this woman was waiting on line, and I was the lucky contestant that got to wait on her.

first, she wanted to taste the chicken salad. she didn’t like it.

then, she wanted to taste the tuna. she said it was a little salty.

third, she tasted the chicken liver. again, no.

She stood there for a while contemplating the salads. After a few minutes of me standing there *patiently* waiting for her to pick something, she decided shed take some tuna salad anyway.

a third of a pound.

but she didn’t really want a third, because it was slightly over that amount and she made me take some out until it was a quarter.

I priced it up and handed it to her.

she had been staring at the salads for a while, so she HAD to have noticed the prices directly in front of each salad.

She walked away from the counter, started to turn the corner, then came back, stating that for that price she could buy a can of tuna and make it herself.

great. thanks for wasting ten minutes of my time.

Another time, she came to the counter as I was walking out with a cardboard box. my black coworker was standing there doing nothing. he went to help her and she said “no, ill wait for her.”

I looked at her blankly and said, “you want ME to help you?”

she did.

so I walked back into the department and before I could even take my gloves off she said, “but don’t use those gloves. I don’t know what you were touching.”

I wasn’t going to, cunt.

She oredered a quarter pound of low salt ham. I had a third of a ham left. I am not going to open a new one when there is one open. its the same fucking thing, we go through so much meat a day that nothing is “old.”

but she insisted she didn’t want “the end.” there was at least four or five pounds left on the ham, and she was only getting a quarter of a fucking pound. I’m DEFINITELY not opening you a new one. this ham was probably opened an hour ago.

I told her this and she said fine.

I sliced her LESS than a quarter pound, because she stopped me. then she walked away.

the next morning we found a package of ham for the same amount I had cut her sitting in the case. obviously it was her that threw it there.

she’s done that a few times more.

I would just like to know why she insists on wasting my time and driving me crazy. its like she has a personal vendetta against me.