We used to have a decent relationship. I would ask them for a pound of thinly sliced turkey, or 3/4 pound of honey ham. Sure, they wouldn't actually smile at me, or overtly appear to enjoy their job in any way. And really, who can blame them? They slice meat for a living.
But our somewhat harmonious acquaintanceship disappeared the day my husband complained about the ham I brought home. It turns out, he likes his ham to be "shaved" or "chipped", which is the thinnest form of slicing possible. Seeking to please him, I made my merry way to Giant, list in hand.
|This ham is mad, just like the|
deli counter people.
At first I thought maybe he was just having a bad day, so dismissed the odd behavior. When I returned a week later, however, I received a similar reaction from a different deli person.
In short, they really hate me.
Call me a wimp if you want, but I dare you to try it. You'd be afraid too.