Thursday, January 22, 2009

bad bianco.

i was filling up the fish sticks in the frozen aisle when this tall guy that looked suprisingly like u of i grad student, anthony bianco:

came up to me.

"Where is the olive oil."

i laughed right in his face.

"What's so funny?"

"Sorry, you just seemed so hopeless-like you've been looking for hours. Sorry, it's right over here."


we headed toward the grocery aisle. the layout in trader joe's makes a lot of sense if you just think about it for a second. i mean, we only have 5 aisles. cereals/nuts, grocery, frozen/crackers/cookies, health&beauty/pet food, and beer/chips. i don't understand how people get lost.

"Oh, I look down this aisle! Yeah, I looked over here-"

I then pointed to the right, at our 15 kinds of olive oil

"Oh, I only looked to the left"

"Oh! Well, you have to look both ways . . . before you cross the street, you know?"
(this is how you talk when you work at trader joe's. you talk like an idiot.)

"Well, I'm a Liberal"

at this, i laughed again. because it was clever and unexpected.

"Touché"

then i walked away, back to my fish sticks.
working in the frozen aisle consists of grabbing a "lug" (our fancy name for a crate-thing full of food) from one end, walking it down the aisle whilst emptying it, and making a new empty stack at the other end. it's very exciting. and cold. so, while working frozen, most people wear gloves.

"Since you were so helpful the first time, I thought maybe you would be able to help me with something else"

my faux-anthony had returned.

"Oh! Sure!" (this is the false sense of excitement and importance with which we speak to all of our customers)

"Are you single?"

. . .

and i started laughing again. "Um, I'm married."

"You're married?!?" (as if i wasn't allowed to be. or, more likely, i was too young to be)

"Yeah, married. (as i whipped off my glove to show him my sparkles. like, proof, or something.) Um. . . yeah. Ugh, now I'm blushing" (cold frozen gloves feel nice on a red-hot face, by the way)

"Yeah, you are. . . um, well."

"Yeah, sorry. . ."


and the awkward departure ensued.

4 comments:

Allyson said...

Ba-HAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!! Yep, made me laugh out loud like the Eden pic made you laugh out loud...

That is hilarious.

Brian said...

See, that's why I don't hit on women. Moments like that.

Also, because I'm not good at it.

kra said...

hahaha that is an awesome story.

Kevin Reader said...

You didn't tell me he was wearing a sombrero! That totally makes the story even better.