I'm back with more stories from the feed store!
We have numerous regulars to the store, both pleasant and unpleasant. One of the particularly pleasant ones is a very small woman that raises hogs. About twice a month, 30 minutes before close, she'll come in and buy 100 pounds of hog feed (about 45.5 kg for my metric friends). Because she's about 100 pounds herself, I help her get it all loaded up. One night a few weeks ago she came in and bought another 100 pounds of feed, and as we were walking out, we had this conversation:
Her: I'll be so happy when I finally get this big boy butchered. He's gonna make a lot of sausage!
Me: There isn't much in this world that's better than homemade sausage.
Her: I'll have to bring some for y'all!
Me: Oh that's not necessary. You keep it, and let me know how it is!
And that was it. I loaded her feed and haven't seen her since. Until I came in to work this morning. One of the managers told me there was something in the break room refrigerator for me. Sure enough, there was a pound of homemade sausage with my name on it.
A lot of the time, this job makes me lose all faith in humanity. It's times like this that gives me hope.
Submitted February 21, 2016 at 04:50AM by DerangedBeaver http://ift.tt/1mPecef TalesFromRetail
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