I work in a grocery store, and I have the pleasure of meeting tons and tons of new and unique people all the time. Some are old, some are young. Some smile, some frown. Some are in shape and others ride scooters through the store, loading up on Diet Coke, frozen pizzas and Banquet Meals. However, the other day I met a lady that was an entirely unique individual.
It was a small order on a hot day, the heat index was about 104 degrees, and where I work we have to wear long black pants as part of our dress code, despite the fact that, as a bagger, I spend a few hours out of every shift pushing carts on a hot black top. Needless to say, I was sweaty. When this particular customer walked through my line, she had a bottle of Bolthouse Farms Mango Lemonade. I looked at it, coveting it with intense jealousy. I wanted this.
I told her how delicious it looked, how it looked like it would hit the spot, how intense my cart shifts were, and asked her how much it was. My plan was just to buy some on my break, but this customer had a different idea in mind. After hearing my gushing over her lemonade, she asked me a question. “What happened in 1066?” The answer to that question would be the only thing that stood between me and 32 oz of delicious Mango Lemonade.