This one's for you, Rebecca, to whom I am still planning on sending a superspecialsomething, but got a bit sidetracked by life.
I do not work in retail, so this post is a little bit misleading but I had my own retail misadventure today and I had to share. Because it is Wednesday. If I could share with you half the things that happen in first grade on a daily basis, you would die laughing/gasp in horror/both, and sadly, it would not be viewed kindly by those who pay my bills... so, in order to stay gainfully employed, I shall regale you with other tales.
The scene: Large, nice chain supermarket.
The characters: Me, 17 yr old (my guess) deli boy, store manager
Me, to Deli Boy (DB): Can I please have a price list for party trays?
DB: Uh, can you explain that?
Me: You know, like a list of prices for ordering a deli tray for a party.
DB: You want to buy some paper trays?
Me: No... you know when you have a party and..
DB (interrupting, with a knowing wink): Yeahhhhhhhhh
Me (ignoring, it's 9:30pm and pouring rain, I want to go home): ... and you want a deli tray for your guests? Like.. a tray of lunchmeats and rolls?
DB: Yeah.... we don't sell that.
Me: No.... it's not something you sell. (Knowing full well they do party trays) It's a list of prices. How much it costs to order a tray of lunchmeats and rolls for a party. You know, like if you're ordering a tray for 15 people it costs this much. If you're ordering for 25 people, it costs this much...
DB: Yeah... um... we really don't sell that. But let me go ask someone.
(Me, waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting and wanting to walk away but he finally returns and hands me a book).
DB: This is all we have. (It's a book on counting calories).
Me: No. Um... (trying to think of how else to explain)
DB: Let me get my manager. (walks away. Returns with older man.)
DB to Manager: This lady wants to know how many people to serve at her party.
Manager (looking at me like I'm an idiot): Well, how many people did you invite?