I work at a grocery store deli, specifically on the bistro side where we serve hot foods -mainly fried chicken- and cook our rotisserie chickens (because what's a grocery store without rotisserie chickens?).
So a lady comes up to the counter and points to the chickens rotating in our ovens and asks me when they'll be done.
I turn around and take a look at them. They look nearly done so I tell her "about 5 to 10 minutes."
Lady: "Ok. Can I get one?"
Me: "Yes ma'am."
Lady then proceeds to stand there waiting. I have severe aniexty and people standing around waiting for something really makes me nervous, even with the medication I take for my anxiety. Finally, she kind of gets the hint that she's making me uncomfortable and tells me she's going to go finish her shopping. Great, that sounds like a logical idea.
So two minutes pass. Note that I said it would be in the ballpark of 5 to 10 minutes.
Lady: "Can I get my rotisserie chicken?"
"Yes ma'am, as soon as he (our fryer who's also in charge of the chickens) is done breading chicken, we'll temp the chickens and get them packaged up."
Not a minute later, I hear a huff and, "Ma'am, can I /please/ get a chicken?!?!?!"
"Yes ma'am, as soon as he's done breading the fried."
Coworker walks by and asks the lady what she needs, to which she points an accusing finger my way and declares "she won't help me get a chicken!"
Fryer finally chimes in with "I haven't even temped them yet ma'am, I just got to wash my hands first."
She's still shooting daggers at me with her eyes and at this point I go from anxious to irritated. I have been nothing but polite to her and explained that it would be a minute. Those skewers with the chickens on them are very heavy and hard for me to lift out of the oven, so I prefer to leave that to my male coworker. Not to mention, it's technically his job anyway.
When we finally do have the chickens ready, chicken lady is no where to be found. A few minutes later she returns and grabs her chicken.
Lady: "Oh I decided to go finish my shopping. Thanks!"
......you couldn't do that in the first place when you knew they weren't ready yet rather than bitching at me for not doing someone else's job?