(This is a 100% true story)
I walked up to the meat/seafood counter and took a number. It was the number 12. I always like a good, even number.
“What’s kimchi?” she asked the employee behind the counter.
She was probably in her early 30’s, dressed in way too expensive workout pants and top. She had a toddler in the front of her cart who was whining a lot. I wasn’t sure if the toddler was a boy or a girl.
The employee explained that kimchi was a type of spicy, fermented Asian cabbage. She quickly became disinterested when the word “fermented” floated into the air. Her face wrinkled a bit as if she just ate some bad sushi.
She then pointed into the meat case and asked, “How about ground chicken? Is that ground chicken good?”
He told her that she was pointing at boneless chicken thighs and that there may be some ground chicken a few feet away in the refrigerated section. She appeared confused and now the employee was becoming noticeably agitated.
The boy/girl toddler continued to whine. The mom handed he/she a candy of some sort which reduced the whine to some even more annoying sucking and slurping sounds.
Fuck me, I just needed two pieces of salmon. How long was this going to take? This is the risk I take going to Earth Fare, a fancy grocery store similar to Whole Foods. Most of the shoppers here exhibit the highest level of douchery. Continue reading “Meat counter nightmare”
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