As the famous and fabled grocery store of which I am an employee opened its' doors this morning, a slightly frumpy middle aged woman bustled right in and over to the produce section.

She stomped around a bit, huffed and then looked for someone to yell at. Fortunately for me, the guy who works in the seafood department was closer to her than I was. Incredibly, this woman found a way to make eye-contact with a person who was very carefully skinning a large fish with a very sharp knife. She did this by bending over at a highly unatural angle and just STARED until the fish guy looked up from what he was doing, drippy fish skeleton in his right hand.

"Do you have turnips?", she yelled.

"Uh.." said the fishguy, juggling the sharp knife and the fishbones.

"Well, do you??!!?!?!"

"Let me come around and look, Ma'am". The fishguy puts down his sharp knife and fishbones and takes off some latex gloves. He walks around from behind the fish counter and looks for turnips.

"I am sorry but I think we are sold out."

"How could you be sold out?" The lady is now pacing in front of a wall of other root vegetables, no turnips to be seen.

"Well, yesterday WAS a major holiday..."

The lady doesn't even say thank you. She just huffs on out. Fishguy walks back behind the fish counter, puts on some more gloves and pulls the spine out of another fish.

I swear loudly as I quickly pull my hand out of the sink behind the cheese counter. Somebody had forgotten to take the knives out of the damn thing the night before.