I try and be nice. I do.
But patience is a virtual wasting of my time.
This happened to me:
If you and me go up to the meat counter at the same time, I’ll do the open palm wave slight head bow gesture to indicate “no you go ahead” and let you go first.
But don’t abuse this now – please. I got things to do.
What I didn’t see coming was that this other person was more or less meat window
shopping. They wanna try the difference between the honey ham and Black Forest ham,
what’s the pastrami like, y’know I haven’t had pastrami in a long time, that sounds like
a sandwich I’d like to have. What goes well with it…By the way, not that I’m buying now,
but do you sell Braunschweiger? What brands are good? How many meats do you have
that have other meats or cheeses in them?
Now I’m sitting there watching this culinary artist in training do the mental obstacle course
of pairing meats and cheeses and all I’m thinking about is using my elbows.
I think they should have a self serve aisle in the meat department like they do at checkout.
I’d like this option about now.
But then when I’d need to use it, there’d be some deli challenged meatwit trying to figure
out how it all works.
Grocery stores need to use some old vaudevillian tactics and employ people to use it. Wouldn’t it be great if the person who is holding things up just gets the giant cane hook
to jerk them out of line. Come on, get off the stage.
They could get the help they need, we’re amused, we’re next up – it’s like unclogging a drain, you’re so happy when it starts to flow again.
Maybe I’ll open a grocery store…I have ideas.
What am I saying’ ? I got no patience for that.
One pound of Black Forest Ham please.