Sunday, March 8th, 2009...10:35 am
Sound Bites: Sampling
*I love when we have wine tastings at the store. People take their shot glass-sized plastic (thanks god) cup and walk just around the corner, swig it, ditch it, and come back. Hey, Tipsy McGee, you may not have your little cup anymore, but I surely recognize those bad shoes and that lazy eye. Give me some credit, mmkay? New Rule: the third time you come through the line, you owe me a fake mustache or a cool accent or something, or I will call you out and not serve you.
*Also during wine tastings, as well as food sampling, there are the inevitable people who stand a bit back from the table and timidly ask, “How much?” before taking a sample. It’s cute, but I am tempted to make up a random price and charge them. The samples may be free but $1 is the price for asking something so silly.
*One of our recent samples was chicken wings. The next day I was watering plants and was HORRIFIED to find a pile of stripped bones in one of the pots. People, WHO DOES THAT?
*I was setting up a soup sample a few weeks ago and had just gotten out the table and the crockpot/warmer thing. The sampling wasn’t for about 15 mins but I was planning ahead. I went to the back to grab more tools and, when I came out, an elderly man was standing at the table. “Can I help you?” I asked, confused. I mean, he was standing at an empty table with only a crockpot, what could he want? “What’s this going to be?” he asked. “Oh, well, a soup sample, in 15 or 20 minutes”. “Okay, I’ll wait,” he said. And he did. He just stood there. I had to ask him to move several times as I walked around and put the tablecloth on and plugged the crockpot in, etc. His wife came over periodically with a cart that filled up a little more each time she visited. She said, “Let’s come back when the girl is done” and he said, “I want soup”. I ended up giving him tepid soup, just to get rid of him. He waited about 17 mins for that less than 1 oz of soup.
12 Comments
March 8th, 2009 at 12:22 pm
chicken wing bones in potted plants …. so so wrong. I’m shaking my head here.
March 8th, 2009 at 5:08 pm
Ah, there really is nothing like dealing with extremely socially awkward customers. Soup man sounds like a treat. Did he at least make some kind of small talk, or just stand there gazing longingly at the crockpot?
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March 8th, 2009 at 8:11 pm
what, chicken bones don’t make good fertilizer? note to self made. no wonder my plants don’t grow.
March 9th, 2009 at 7:26 am
Perhaps the chicken wing dumpers were just getting a head start on making bone meal… perhaps
March 9th, 2009 at 8:54 am
Ever play or cater a frat party? Chicken bones in the plants is minimal compared to what can happen.
March 9th, 2009 at 12:26 pm
Poor guy – waiting 17 min for 1 ounce of soup… Didn’t you have bigger cups for soup?
March 9th, 2009 at 12:47 pm
To answer your question: A person who cannot find a trash can
Think about it – what are the odds that you had find chicken bones in the plants if there had been a trash bin next to it?
It’s the darnest thing – you can never find a trash can when you most need it – I always look for the next best thing; sorry it had to be you who found the disregarded chicken bones day later
March 9th, 2009 at 4:32 pm
as a sorority girl, I was dismayed by the things our fraternity brothers would do to their plants, including using them as a makeshift urinal. they always looked terrible..
related: vomit makes for terrible fertilizer, as well.
March 9th, 2009 at 6:12 pm
you were a sorority girl?!
March 9th, 2009 at 10:58 pm
You really, really are an excellent writer, girl.
March 10th, 2009 at 4:58 pm
oooh, thanks! what a nice thing to say.
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