I decided to get a slice of corned beef from the deli meats area of the supermarket to celebrate St. Patty's day
I could tell that the guy who came over to help me had a bit of an attitude and that made me a bit uncomfortable
I asked for just a quarter inch thick slice which he immediately questioned so I said "yes, you know, about the width of my pinky" and showed him the tip of my pinky finger
So he gives my a bit of a snarly look and cuts off an inch think slice which was much more than I wanted
When I told him I only wanted a quarter inch slice I could hear him mutter the "B" word under his breath and he asked if I wanted him to give it a bit of a trim
By this time I was rather nervous and said "No I'm okay, thank you"
As I was walking away I heard him tell one of his co-workers rather loudly "Can you believe that hoe? Blah blah blah..." and then I noticed that the co-worker and quite a few customers that happened to be around felt rather uncomfortable also
I don't know if he is on drugs, an aggro woman hater, having a bad day or what but I doubt he's going to last very long at that job
The funny part is that the slice of beef is the shape of the state of California, so I'm giggling a bit about being Godzirra and eating Calif.