I was grocery shopping with Momzilla the other day because I was visiting for a few days. I was at the deli counter being helped, another couple was being helped.
Only two deli dudes were on at the time. I was joking and chatting back and forth with my deli dude as well as the couple with their deli dude.
All of the sudden I hear this woman scream like a hyena, "Excuse me!" over and over and over.
Both bad ass deli dudes look at her and say, "Ma'am, we are with other customers. You need to wait your turn."
Apparently that answer was unsatisfactory because, she screamed, "I need gruyere! I want to know if you have it!"
Bad ass deli dude helping me looked at her and said, "You're just going to have to check the cheese case."
He looked back at me and we shared a hearty laugh and an eye roll.
Really? A cheese emergency at 2pm on a Friday? Who the fuck died and made you Grace Kelly?
Emergencies consist of: medicine, tampons, diapers, and baby food.