Now, the deli department was a little different. We obviously had stock in the walk-in cooler, but we weren't going to open another package of, say, smoked turkey until the one already open had run out. We had one lady who used to request that we hold up the ham so she could look at it, and she always said it was too fatty, and could we open another one. Oh, hellnaw, lady, because what if that package of ham is too fatty for your liking? We're supposed to open another? And maybe another?
People. I swear.
