The daaaaamm comes north

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A few years ago on a Phoenix trip we encountered the daaaaamm woman at a Wendy’s in NC.

Today we ran into a similar thing at Price Chopper.
My luck with their deli clerks is not good. As far as I can tell the store has one good one, a couple of OK ones and a lot of bad ones. (The singular horrible one appears to be gone.)
So, getting something from the deli always takes a long time. Today 3 items, 25 minutes from when I my number until I was done. (But, they have really good bread, which is why we go there.)

Anyhow, my wife and I had plenty of time to discuss what we wanted while the deli clerks talked amongst themselves as folks waited. My wife wanted the expensive cheese, but was worried at the price. I had no problem with it as even buying the expensive cheese was a lot cheaper than trying to eat out on mother’s day.

When my turn came, I got my roast beef and turkey.
“I’d also like 1/4 pound of your expensive cheese here that I won’t even pretend I can pronounce correctly,” I said.
“Huh?” the deli clear asked.
“He wants the Gruyère“, the deli clerk on the opposite side of the deli said. “It’s right in front of you.”
The clerk looked down and back at me.
“Daaaaamm! It’s $19.95 a pound!”
“That’s why I only want 1/4 pound!”
He started to slice it.
“You want to try a piece?” he asked me. “You should get at least one slice on us for this price.”
“Thank you for offering,” I said. “But, I’m allergic to milk and can’t eat it.”
“Then why are you buying our most expensive cheese?”
“It’s for my wife.”
“Daaaaamm! She sends you out to go and buy her the most expensive cheese in the store?”
“She’s right there,” I said, pointing. “So, she didn’t send me out. And, why shouldn’t she get the best cheese?”
My wife waved as we both looked over at her.
“Yeah, well that’s OK then,” he said.

Nice to have his approval. If only he’d cut the items faster...