Large and In Charge
And, so, I ran across this the other day and thought it is a telling vision of what might have been termed “David on a U.S. Diet.”
Wet cough, gloved hand, and a meat slicer
Me. Deli counter. Ordering meat.
This happens every week or so, and yesterday should have been no different. HOWEVER…The nice meat-slicer lady didn’t understand what I wanted, and came around to the front of the case for me to point-out my selection. Upon rounding the corner, on her way to me, she coughs (INTO HER GLOVED HAND, MIND YOU) what I could only term as a “wet lung-biscuit.”
At this point, I am trapped. I looked for the cameras, because I was sure I was being punk’d. After realizing it was not a joke, I figured I had three choices:
A) Request she change gloves. A very uncomfortable position.
B) Assume that I eat things that have been through worse at most restaurants I visit.
C) Change my order from a pound to 1/2 pound to minimize waste, politely thank lung-biscuit and ditch the bag-o-meat on my swing through the poultry aisle…and return later to purchase meat product after L. B.’s shift.
I chose C.
-MH
