Fingers In Food
I work at late-night store in a train station where shifts are long and most probably illegal.

Tensions and stress levels are always high because so many customers are so fucking self-important and usually in a rush to catch trains.

I recall the end of a particularly stressful day, where I'd managed to slice my fingers on plastic sandwich packaging, and had lots of filthy plasters all over my grubby hands which were black with filth from handling cash and products all day.

On this occasion a woman wanted to pay for a pasta salad, which is sold in a sealed plastic container, and she asked if she could have a plastic fork with it.

I helpfully told her that there was one in the box with the pasta - the forks are in a seperate compartment hidden under the sticky label. She rudely and abruptly replied "No there isn't a bloody fork in there don't you think I've already looked."

To correct her I calmly and politely poked the sticky label, revealing the fork in the seperate compartment (the food was still hygienically sealed in the box).

Then she blurted out "Er, I could have done without you sticking your fingers in my food you idiot", and I absolutely lost it.

I ripped open the pasta, delved my filthy hands into it and mixed up the pasta and lettuce leaves, said "I'll just mix it for you a little shall I", threw some down on the counter and walked off.

And I didn't even get into trouble. My manager is very understanding.
(chrisb, Fri 23 Mar 2007, 1:25, Reply)