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Originally Posted by Ksyrup
Working in a grocery store in high school was awesome. I worked the produce section. My best friend and I would save up all the rotten fruit, wait until the adults took off for the day, head over the bakery and get yesterday's stale french bread loaves, and play baseball in the producer cooler.
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3 working in a grocery store stories stand out for me
1) March 1993, Pittsburgh got something like 25 inches of snow over a few days. We carried carts in one at a time, over our heads. We couldn't stack them up as normal and get them through the snow.
2) This guy always came in the store, dark hair combed back, wide dark glasses, huge belt buckle. Running joke everytime he came in the store, everyone whispering "hey it's Elvis!! haha".
One time I am working late, maybe like 11p on a Sunday night, barely anyone in the store. He comes through my line, ring up his order. Take his cash, give him his change, and swear to God he says "Thank you...Thank you very much"
3) My all-time favorite- I was actually a pretty quiet kid, but still a smart ass. Similar to above, store pretty empty, walking through, this guy stops me in one of the aisles. "Hey, do you know how much these are?", hands me ant traps. I take them from him, walk down the aisle to where he picked them up thinking "Well, you could just look at the tag!". Get there, no tag. "Oh...no tag, I can run up front and look." He says "Yeah, I knew there was no tag, I though maybe you could read the barcode?"
I stare at him for a second..."Yeah, maybe I could swipe it across my ass and it would light up in my eyes!"
10 minutes later I see the guy up front talking to one of the managers. Maybe he wasn't complaining about me, but I never heard anything about it. I figured the manager had to think 'Him? No way...he's too quiet'