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a woman came into the store with her young son today and began rummaging through our mountainous display of 98-cent cantaloupes. i was busy refilling them; she concurrently stayed out of my way and didnt mill around for an assist like a circus retard awaiting a multicolored bouquet of cotton candy.
a good customer, you might venture to say.
i then heard her utter several words to her hyperglycemic son of which my ears have never been graced in over thirteen years of produce experience:
"cantaloupes dont ripen after theyre picked so lets find a nice yellow one."
as i began the process of picking my jaw up from the floor the rarest of events transpired; i initiated conversation with an actual customer.
"thats the first time ive heard that during my entire time here," i said. "you are absolutely right. most people dont realize that green ones will never ripen and become sweeter. if it gets softer it just means its decaying."
she smiled amicably and nodded as though i was a circus retard awaiting a multicolored bouquet of cotton candy.
i didnt care, however, because i was awestruck by this most unexpected verification that at least one of our customers has a functioning cerebral cortex.
"way to go," i said, walking away with just a hint of a smile.
a good customer, you might venture to say.
i then heard her utter several words to her hyperglycemic son of which my ears have never been graced in over thirteen years of produce experience:
"cantaloupes dont ripen after theyre picked so lets find a nice yellow one."
as i began the process of picking my jaw up from the floor the rarest of events transpired; i initiated conversation with an actual customer.
"thats the first time ive heard that during my entire time here," i said. "you are absolutely right. most people dont realize that green ones will never ripen and become sweeter. if it gets softer it just means its decaying."
she smiled amicably and nodded as though i was a circus retard awaiting a multicolored bouquet of cotton candy.
i didnt care, however, because i was awestruck by this most unexpected verification that at least one of our customers has a functioning cerebral cortex.
"way to go," i said, walking away with just a hint of a smile.
posted by megaton at 12:59 AM
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You initiated a conversation with a customer? I don’t believe you.
As for cantaloupes…I don’t even look at the color….its all about the smell. My Grandma said “If it smells like cantaloupe tastes then it’s ripe.” I have yet to prove that saying wrong.
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no one taught me about cantaloupes.. so, i just pick up one and take my chances. i'm a cantaloupe ding-dong.
i usually throw 'loupes at customers instead of talk about them.
its far more efficient.
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