Standing behind the short haired, small statured lady, I was contemplating the bomb diggety dinner I would be serving that night. Is bomb diggety a cool term to use? Or do I sound like the dorky pants-pulled-over-my-pooch mom, trying to be cool? Oh well.
Anyways, I had some turkey and cheese to get. She glanced back at me, and she inched closer to the glass, as if I was gonna squeeze my size 0 body between her and the case. (Size 0 +6, ok)
This is the convo:
"What can I get for you today?"
"Is that turkey right there on sale?" (the turkey has a big ol sign on it)
"how much is it?"
"4.99 a pound"
"well, how much is that?"
-insert pause from deli lady-
"about 4.99 a pound, mam"
"It says it's a 1.50 off, so how much was it?"
"Not on sale, 6.49"
"So, then how much is off the sale price?"
-insert pause again from deli lady-
"It's uh, a $1.50 off, so that makes it 4.99"
"For how much?"
"Is it turkey breast?"
"Because I don't want it if it's not turkey breast."
"It's turkey breast. How much would you like?"
"is all the turkey breast on sale, because if that turkey breast isn't on sale..."
This convo went on for about 3 more minutes.
If I wasn't the sweet peach from Atlanta like I am (or not) I would have taken the damn turkey boob out of the case and just told her to run.
I can't imagine who she is going to talk to about her toilet paper decision in aisle 8.