{"id":2067,"date":"2016-09-05T14:29:06","date_gmt":"2016-09-05T14:29:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thunderofwade.com\/blog\/?p=2067"},"modified":"2016-09-05T14:29:06","modified_gmt":"2016-09-05T14:29:06","slug":"tales-from-vacation-the-meat-counter","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thunderofwade.com\/blog\/2016\/09\/05\/tales-from-vacation-the-meat-counter\/","title":{"rendered":"Tales from vacation: the meat counter"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>One of the oddest experiences on vacation was grocery shopping the first night we got there. We headed into the Bi-Lo and I went to the deli counter to get some lunch meat for the week&#8217;s worth of sandwiches.<\/p>\n<p>There were two weighing stations &#8211; and I stood in front of the one nearest the turkey. It was unstaffed at the moment. At the other station was a guy that looked like a manager talking to a customer. We&#8217;ll call her &#8220;Crazy&#8221; for reasons that will later become clear. They were talking loudly for quite a while and I stood up straight and with intention &#8211; hoping that when she was done, he&#8217;d see me. Instead, another employee came to ask him something. I suspected later that this was a rescue from Crazy.<\/p>\n<p>He left with the employee and completely bypassed me. Still don&#8217;t know if he didn&#8217;t see me or did and didn&#8217;t care &#8211; but he was gone. Crazy wandered my direction and told me that they hated her for doing that &#8211; i.e. taking up a bunch of time with idle chatter, perhaps &#8211; and said if I stood there long enough someone would eventually come up. Since that was my plan anyway, I kept waiting. She was headed out, but decided to intervene on my behalf.<\/p>\n<p>Crazy came back over to the counter and shouted to the back. &#8220;Hey, someone needs help out here,&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>After a moment, another woman wandered out from the back. We&#8217;ll call her Cranky. She announced, in no uncertain terms, that the counter was closed.<\/p>\n<p>Crazy &#8211; but now oddly Helpful &#8211; countered and said that the counter was open til 8 and it was only 7:15.<\/p>\n<p>Cranky counter-countered &#8211; at the counter &#8211; and said that she was the only one working and they closed early if there was only one working.<\/p>\n<p>I thought quickly as I watched this exchange get carried out. If Crazy won, I would get my lunch meat. If she &#8211; and by extension me &#8211; lost, then I&#8217;d be no worse off. I was fine to let Crazy continue to advocate on my behalf &#8211; hopeful that she would deflect Cranky if that escalated.<\/p>\n<p>After a little more back and forth, Cranky reluctantly agreed to help me and Crazy headed out triumphant.<\/p>\n<p>I placed my order under Cranky&#8217;s glare and told her I appreciated her help. She reminded me again that they close early when there&#8217;s only one person working &#8211; perhaps as a note\u00a0for future visits, though I would have no idea about their staffing.<\/p>\n<p>With lunchmeat in hand, I headed out &#8211; grateful to have had an advocate and to have escaped; confused, but unscathed.<br \/>\nBy contrast, the deli restaurant we ate at later was staffed by delightful people. And when we cleared off our table, one of the women that worked there declared that &#8211; because I had tidied up the table &#8211; my house too must be neat as a pin.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>One of the oddest experiences on vacation was grocery shopping the first night we got there. We headed into the Bi-Lo and I went to the deli counter to get some lunch meat for the week&#8217;s worth of sandwiches. 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