Woopsie! - or - How Not To Chat Up A Customer

[Guest guest]

So it's the end of the day at our handy dandy garden center, there's a

brief lull, only one customer wandering around. It's one of the guys'

birthday, so Boss Lady brings out the cake.

(Back note - I've been freaking them all out this week by bringing in food

for lunch that requires chewing - as opposed to the gallons of milk I lived

on all last season!)

So there I am, looking at this chocolate cake. Chocolate frosting.

The random customer wanders in to check out, I harass her (as usual) about

not completely filling her wagon up with plants. " Go back and get some

more, young lady! " She declines with a smile, I start ringing her up.

Boss Lady asks me if I'm having cake, I say nope, I ended up going

grain-free, too (mostly). Customer asks me a question about it, it leads

into all the ragging I got last year, living on raw milk. Of course, I

no longer say " milk " , it's always " rawmilk " (one word, please!) The

customer gives me an unreadable look when I say rawmilk.

Then she and I start talking about peppers, and she's trying to describe

this bug that attacked her pepper plants last year. Me, I'm puzzled,

because I've never had anything that liked peppers THAT much. She's not

having much luck describing it to me, though, so I'm clueless. She says

she was even asking the Farm Service Bureau guys what it was. I say

" Oh, you work at the Farm Service Bureau? " She says ...

" Sort of ... I'm an attorney with USDA. "

Woopsie!

Guess that explains the look, huh?

MFJ

Ideas are funny that way ... you go and let one loose, and suddenly it's

crashing about the place, bashing up against other peoples' heads.

Somebody oughtta control that. Pesky things, ideas.