I work at a nice supermarket in a beach town. A woman asks my coworker where the evaporated milk is.
He says, "It'll be on the breakfast aisle... Let's see..."
He takes a step back and looks to at the signs over each aisle.
She says huffily, "It's just looking at signs? I could do that."
I swear. It's like they expect the process of finding products is a magical process involving a sacrificed unicorn and the purified screams of dying children. RHU has anyone ever been disappointed to know the truth about what your job entails?