What's good?

Since I'm apparently in the mood to bitch about my job (yes, I know I shouldn't be bitching when everyone is out of work...), I'm going to continue on with something else that drives us all crazy behind the counters.

"What's good here?"

Really?

REALLY?

I've lost count of the number of times I've wished to look such a question dead in the eye and say, "nothing...everything here tastes awful, you should run over to McDonald's as fast your indecisive little legs can carry you." But no. The store I work for is HYPER-customer service oriented, and so I am stuck answering the question...and I used to actually suggest things to people, silly girl that I am...not realizing that the majority of people will think on your suggestion for a moment and then find some reason not to like it. For instance...

"What's good?"

"Well, I really like the chicken pesto sandwich."

"Oh, I don't like pesto."

"Ok, well...my other favourite is the Italian grilled cheese panini."

"There's no meat in that? Don't you have anything with meat?" (Mind you, this person is staring at a case that is full of sandwiches made with meat...the ONLY vegetarian option is the Italian grilled cheese.)

And that's where I gave up...long ago. I decided that I made only just enough money to make the sandwich, not actually decide for them WHAT sandwich to make, and so I've come up with this neat little way to bounce the ball back into their courts...

"What's good?"

"What do you like?"

This usually produces a panic-stricken look that I take secret delight in. And then a hem...a haw...

"Well, don't you have anything to suggest?" Read: I REALLY DON'T WANT TO DECIDE THIS!!!

"Well, the problem is that we all have a different set of taste buds, so what I like most likely won't be what you like."

Such a stumper that one is...you can see the wheels turning...is she being rude? Unhelpful? Bitchy? What's her problem? Why can't she just tell me what to eat?

Really?

I wonder how some people make it through the day...truly.