He had just clocked out, but a customer, whom I shall refer to as Confuzzle, stopped him and asked where the Gatorade was.
Not an unusual question, as we have just finished up a full store remodel and reset. Captain 'Murrica says that the Gatorade is back in the beverage area, and as he was going to get one, he'll take her along.
Confuzzle says she looked there but couldn't find it. Fair enough, the common naive soul might say.
They arrived in the aisle, and he showed her the Gatorade, and proceeded to pick out one for himself. She looks, doubtful, then asks, "Are you sure that's Gatorade? It just says 'G' on it."
For those of you who may not be familiar with Gatorade's packaging, the bottles do have a "G" on them that is about 2" wide by 3" tall and totally dominates the label. But they also say, in smaller print, "Gatorade" on the label. In a couple places.
Captain 'Murrica shows Confuzzle where it says "Gatorade" on the label.
"But, are you sure this is really Gatorade? I'm going to therapy and I need Gatorade." It seems at this point she is going to the wrong kind of therapy.
The two take separate paths to get to the front end, the doubting Thomasina arriving at the registers first. When Cap gets to the registers he hears Confuzzle asking the cashier, "One of the employees said this was Gatorade, but I'm not sure..."
Not only does she not believe either Captain 'Murrica nor the cashier, she actually talks the cashier into not being sure herself whether or not it was Gatorade.
Now there are two people who can not determine whether or not THE BOTTLE THAT SAYS "GATORADE" CONTAINS GATORADE.
And how does this second interaction end?
With Confuzzle wandering off, saying "I'll find someone else to ask..."
I feel sorry for her therapist.
Stay classy RHU!