Things I Don’t Care About, and People I’m not friends with.
Very high on my list of things I don’t care about is the personal life of Batty. (See past blogs if you don’t know who they are.)
So a couple of weeks ago when they came to the counter, the wife informed me that they had a terrible week because their refridgerator had broken and they had to throw things out. I don’t care.
Then she ordered “brians turkey” and proceeded to tell me to cut only “12 thin slices, because we’re having dental work this week.” I don’t care about your dental work either.
She then said “we’ll be back Tuesday for our usual order.” Thank you for informing me, so I know to cringe when I wake up Tuesday and try to plan my 15 minute break so as soon as you’re down the next aisle I can disappear.
They didn’t come back Tuesday, they instead came back on Friday. Unfortunately, not only are fridays usually busy, but on this particular one we happened to be doing a massive deli reset.
So about 3 managers from other stores, plus one of my own, were around changing things and moving things and so plenty of things were in my way and I was already stressed out. I tried to get rid of them quickly and avoid their chit chat.
My manager had help me with customers because it was so busy. So she’s next to me and Batty starts blabbering and my manager said she was stressed out (also trying to avoid chit chat and them lingering)
The wife said, “that’s okay, that’s what friends are for.”
What?
First, do you think us explaining were resetting the deli and very busy/stressed is us confiding in you? Um, no.
Second, do you really think you’re friends with us? BECAUSE YOU’RE NOT. We all cringe when we see you coming.
When Batty left my manager said to me “I’m SO SICK of them!”
Ugh agreed. Nobody likes them I wish they’d just go away. They may spend a long time at the counter but its not because they’re spending a lot of money in the deli. Its just because they want everything super thin and they have to always have a taste and measure 12 slices and 4 slices and drive us nuts.

This, a hundred times this! Although, if I’m honest, I’m guilty of it occasionally. Unless people are busy, then I get the hell out of the way