I think I am like most people, I read the grocery flyers each week and try to make a stop where the best deals are for the products I want. I am not sure if you have read the flyer for Real Canadian Superstores, but they are HEAVY into the Club Packs, and the signage all over the stores is “Club Pack, we beat COSTCO”….so, they had skinless bone in chicken boobs on sale for $1.99lb this week. *NOTE* Flyer runs from Friday to Thursday so today is the last day of the flyer.

I make my way through the veggie aisle, to the bakery to get a cake for my dad’s birthday, and onto the meat and poultry section. To which I find…NO club pack chicken boobs. I proceed to the butcher area and ask the man (young) behind the counter, “do you have the chicken breasts?” (I refrain from saying boobs to him). He replies, not yet, shortly. To which I ask, “shortly, meaning 1/2 hour?” His reply is what pissed me off, “Ma’am, I don’t know, I am not driving the truck!” First of all, I HATE when people call me ma’am, and secondly, is that necessary? Simply I can’t tell you what time, the truck makes deliveries to all our stores, would have sufficed.

I continued to stroll around the store looking at products, and happened to see the manager walking around. I decided to tell him what happened at the meat counter. I was pissed off. He apologized and said that even though his staff was probably just joking, the sarcasm was not necessary. He also said that he couldn’t confirm when the truck would be here, since they DO in fact deliver to all the stores, BUT he would issue me a rain check for the product (we normally don’t do that he says). I thanked him, and proceeded to self check out and then to customer service.

As I am about to leave the store, I bump into a friend of mine coming in and we stand and chat for a few minutes. While we were chatting, an employee runs up to me and tells me that the breasts have just arrived. So, I say good-bye and head back into the store to buy my chicken boobs.

Here is the punchline……

As I am walking BACK into the store…the manager, who is now on the 2nd floor of the store, YELLS out to me….”Ma’am….the breasts are in….”