I needed a brisket.....wait scratch that. I needed THE brisket. Ya know that perfect one that just calls to you?
I was shoping at Costco. They carry prime brisket and its under $3/lbs. I saunter over to the meat case to find one brisket. The flat had a thin end and it was a pultry 12 lbs. I wanted a bigger one.
I could see the guys in back cleaning, working to go home. If i didn't need "THE" brisket i would have left him be.
"Excuse me sir? Do you know if there are any more packer briskets in back? Id like one larger than in the case."
"Durrr, ummm lemme go check"?
He comes back like 5 seconds later and says no.
Now im not saying i dont believe he checked but a spades a spade and he came back too fast. I break off in some rant, speaking to myself but trying to be heard. "I pay money to be a member here......warehouse....my arse....how's a warehouse gonna have one brisket."
We were shopping for a party, over 50 people. I had a cart full of drinks and other stuff. With an attitude i ghost rode my cart down the aisle and went to leave the store.
The whole time Becky is telling me to stop, calm down...smoke a fatty?... i refuse. Storm my way to the managers desk and explain my situation.
"Im not saying you dont have anymore briskets in stock but i know your guy didn't check."
Well we walk back to the meat dept and he did his job. One of the meat guys produced a case of primes, which he had to label. I picked the 17 lbs'er and retrieved our cart from the produce aisle. The manager asked me who i spoke with and when i pointed him out he said he was the deli guy but that's not an excuse. he felt the need to offer a handshake which i obliged. All i know is he made things happen and i was good with that.
And yes i got to point out to Becky that i was right.
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I was shoping at Costco. They carry prime brisket and its under $3/lbs. I saunter over to the meat case to find one brisket. The flat had a thin end and it was a pultry 12 lbs. I wanted a bigger one.
I could see the guys in back cleaning, working to go home. If i didn't need "THE" brisket i would have left him be.
"Excuse me sir? Do you know if there are any more packer briskets in back? Id like one larger than in the case."
"Durrr, ummm lemme go check"?
He comes back like 5 seconds later and says no.
Now im not saying i dont believe he checked but a spades a spade and he came back too fast. I break off in some rant, speaking to myself but trying to be heard. "I pay money to be a member here......warehouse....my arse....how's a warehouse gonna have one brisket."
We were shopping for a party, over 50 people. I had a cart full of drinks and other stuff. With an attitude i ghost rode my cart down the aisle and went to leave the store.
The whole time Becky is telling me to stop, calm down...smoke a fatty?... i refuse. Storm my way to the managers desk and explain my situation.
"Im not saying you dont have anymore briskets in stock but i know your guy didn't check."
Well we walk back to the meat dept and he did his job. One of the meat guys produced a case of primes, which he had to label. I picked the 17 lbs'er and retrieved our cart from the produce aisle. The manager asked me who i spoke with and when i pointed him out he said he was the deli guy but that's not an excuse. he felt the need to offer a handshake which i obliged. All i know is he made things happen and i was good with that.
And yes i got to point out to Becky that i was right.
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