Doing the weekly grocery run yesterday, I was almost run over by a harried manager with a cart full of frozen seafood - I mean full.
The guy looked like he was about to pluck the three remaining hairs from his head, as he nervously looked from the cart to the display. He actually appeared like he was ready to bolt, and leave the whole thing there.
He apologized for almost clipping me, and I inquired about the giant pile of lobster and king crab legs before us. He barely made eye contact as he admitted to accidentally duplicating the New Years Eve order.
Stifling a chuckle, as this probably would have put Mr. Meat Manager over the edge, I offered him a deal. I would take six of his largest tails, if he would sell them to me at half price.
He looked at me for a second, looked at the pile of crustaceans, looked at the display, and said "Done !"
Don't let anyone tell you that everything isn't negotiable.
The guy looked like he was about to pluck the three remaining hairs from his head, as he nervously looked from the cart to the display. He actually appeared like he was ready to bolt, and leave the whole thing there.
He apologized for almost clipping me, and I inquired about the giant pile of lobster and king crab legs before us. He barely made eye contact as he admitted to accidentally duplicating the New Years Eve order.
Stifling a chuckle, as this probably would have put Mr. Meat Manager over the edge, I offered him a deal. I would take six of his largest tails, if he would sell them to me at half price.
He looked at me for a second, looked at the pile of crustaceans, looked at the display, and said "Done !"
Don't let anyone tell you that everything isn't negotiable.


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