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I went to the grocery store last night.  
 
 
I figured I was safe from Rude & Pushy Granny since The Feisty Friend in Kentucky and The Conservative Catholic Friend in Virginia have both had run-ins with her.  Apparently Granny has a Winnebago and she's spending her summer wreaking havoc at grocery stores all over the nation.

 
Watch for her.  She's ruthless.
 
 
Anyway.
 
 
So I am at the grocery store last night and made my way over to the deli for some Genoa Salami and fresh mozzarella balls.    (Heh heh heh... sorry... sometimes the word balls makes me giggle...)
 
I was by the counter but I had not completely decided on what I wanted.   A man approached the counter and I told The Counter Attendant to go ahead and help him because I wasn't quite ready and I didn't want to hold up the line.
 
 
Again my politeness was wasted on the rude.
 
 
He was wearing a gorgeous business suit and toting a brief case.  And he didn't take off his sunglasses in the store.   I find nothing more rude or arrogant than when a person doesn't take their sunglasses off inside a store and can't make eye contact with people. 
 
It's one of my peeves.   And as you know I have many.

 
 
So, the first thing he did was ask for a sample of the artichoke salad. 
 
And then the salami. 
 
And then the pastrami. 
 
And then the Tuscan bread salad.
 
And then the peppered turkey breast.
 
And then the black forrest ham.
 
Each time he tried something he said, "Hm.  Ok.  Now how about that over there..."  He never said if something was good or bad, he just kept going from item to item to item.
 
 
 
By this point, I am completely on to his scam.  Normally when you ask for a sample, it's so you can decide if you want to buy an item or not.    But this guy was having dinner.
 
I kept eyeing The Counter Attendant and she caught on to him, too.  But because she is trained to please the customer, there was really nothing she could do about it.  
 
 
 
Finally she said to him, "Sir, would you like me to package up something you tried?" 
 
"No."
 
"Was there something in particular you were looking for?"
 
"Uh, no.   That's it for me."
 
"Were you not happy with the items you tried?"
 
"Look - I said no, ok??"
 
 
Not only was he a cheap bastard - he was a rude one, too.
 
 
So I am standing there, waiting as patiently as I can, and when he turned to look at me  I raised my eyebrow and said, "What, no dessert?" 
  
  

 
 
Ever the charmer, I am.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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Posted by Foodwhore at July 20, 2004 10:35 AM