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We Get Some Good Ones Too

Sometimes, my customers remind me why I like my job. The cookie dough orders for the boy's preschool fundraiser came in today and I took some to work for those that were working tonight. I was telling two of the guys in Deli that their orders were in the freezer. The one that hadn't paid yet was getting some lighthearted grief from me. I know where you work buddy, pony up the dough (ha! I'm so punny - OK I'll stop now). The other one, who calls me mom cause he wants me to adopt him (he's 18), he was helping a nice lady and she was inquiring where the cookie dough came from. I think she wanted some because the boys were excited that it was in. At any rate, I told her what it was for and that I had to scramble last minute to get orders because I forgot the forms were in my purse. For two weeks. On the night before the orders and money were due, I got about 15 orders. I work with some great people who like my kid.

This customer asked how much the orders were for the guys and I said I wasn't sure (really, I don't recall, I can't remember what I ate earlier today). I jokingly asked if she wanted to buy the dough from them and she said yes. I thought she meant she wanted to buy the dough that was in the freezer and then they wouldn't have any all because SHE wanted some (did that make sense? Probably not) No. She wanted to pay what they paid because they were nice kids to help my son's fundraising. I told her no, I didn't know how much it was and really, it's OK. She didn't have to do that. She was so insistent but I prevailed. I know, I should have just guesstimated* and the boy would have had an extra $30 or so to donate but I didn't. She was so gracious and kind, really made me smile. My cheeks were hurting so much because she was "arguing" with me about it. It was fun. She passsed by me awhile later on her way to check out and asked again, "Are you sure you don't know how much it was?" and I laughed and said no, I didn't. I thanked her many times though for her kindness. I love customers like that. Good hearted people, that show it, are few and far between.

Right before I left work tonight, JudyJudyJudy was ringing a fella up and I looked at his order. Then he said what I was thinking: "I know, odd combination. Condoms and cheese. Necessities you know." I just about died.

Sometimes this work thing? It's fun.

*who knew that guesstimate was a legit word? and spellcheck suggested Conneticut in place of JudyJudyJudy. It also recommended TicTacToe for her as well. Um, no.


Les Becker said…
Condoms and cheese? I see that all the time.
Mandy said…
first of all... who says its cause we like your kid? maybe we just wanted some cookie dough?! haha joking i love your kids.

and... i CANT believe that guy said that! hahaha i would have peed myself. apparently i need to start working late nights!
Anonymous said…
COOKIE DOUGH YAY! I will have to come by tomorrow after work and pick it up :)


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