Grocery shopping is always crazy when it comes to holidays. Today was no exception, with customers getting testier and testier by the hour.
There was one loony who was at the self-scan registers when I came back from my break. Very high-maintenance, very much a drama queen. Jen, who had been "assisting" her, passed her over to me as quickly as she could. Well, Ms. Drama slaps this heirloom tomato into my hands and says "This won't scan!" I calmly entered the correct Produce Look-Up Code into the terminal (there was no bar code). At which time she loudly says "I don't want THAT tomato! You've SQUEEZED it!"
At this point, my boss, Dixie, comes over. "I don't want that tomato!" Ms. D knows nothing about turning down the decibles. "He SQUEEZED it!" "I'll get you a new tomato," Dixie replies, leaves for the produce department, then returns. "Will this tomato do?" she asked. Ms. D sort of nodded, and Dixie nodded at me to tend to the other three self-scan registers.
Much later, after my shift ended, Dixie admitted that she had simply gone to the produce department and returned with the exact same tomato. I have my reasons for liking my boss.