I Cut Fish Heads
Written on Nov 11
People are stupid. Really stupid.
Some people are just ignorant. Some are uneducated. Some are
completely mentally handicapped. Some have destroyed whatever brain
tissue through drug use. And all of them suck.
*** I'm dressed in my Vons shirt downstacking some cases ***
"Excuse me, do you work here?"
"No. I'm just pretending."
"So... where's the milk?"
"In the coolers over there..." *I point to the coolers*
"Over where?"
"Right there. *I point again*
"Oh. Yeah. In the coolers."
*** 20 seconds pass. Customer #1 yells from coolers ***
"THERES NO MILK HERE. ALL I SEE IS ORANGE JUICE"
"Look next to the orange juice. It's under the sign that says "Got Milk?"
"Oh."
Then the dumbass grabs the milk and walks away muttering something
about how the milk was hard to find. Gah, stupid customers! Depending
on a customer's mood, I can be friendly. But some people
have "ASSHOLE" tatooed on their foreheads.
Some Asian lady -ordered- me to cut her some fish heads about a month
ago. She caught me at a bad time. I was noticeably tired and very
cranky. It was 11pm, Monday, and I was feeling a little sick. She
picked up a giant fish and said "YOU CUT HEADS NOW". I had my back to
her at the time. I turned around expecting to see some mexican guys
knife fighting, but instead I see this midget Asian with her fully
grown son staring at me. I stare back. "HEY BOY, HEY. YOU CUT FISH
HEADS?" she yells.
I don't like being called boy. I don't like cutting fish either.
I casually responded with "Is that a question or a request?". She
proceeded to demand that I slice up some fishy for her.
I don't like demands.
Her son was quite embarrassed. I would have been too. Even though my
fish-happy customer was amusing, I had work to do. I explain politely
that the butcher wouldn't be back until morning and that she could
get it done for free then. I smiled and turned around to continue
down-stacking. I'm thinking to myself, "God, please take this woman
away from me". No, that wasn't going to happen. God was going to
challenge me today.
"NO YOU CUT FISH HEADS NOW!"
She was holding one, very dead fish that she "obtained". I walked up
to her and took her fish. I slapped it down on the meat cooler and
pulled out my boxcutter. I cut the fucking head right off. There was
no blood or fish entrails, just water squirting from the fish. I
threw the fish head in a box. I made a statement. My statement
clearly said, -I don't cut fish heads. I don't like demands. And you
suck-
"There. I cut fish heads".
She looked at me like she saw a 15in black monster cock. She muttered something in
Crapanese to her adult son. He was smiling. I liked him. My job was
done. I don't think I will be winning any customer service awards
anytime soon, but that's ok with me.
FYI, I smelt like fish the rest of the night.
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