Like the Cantebury Tales story, people ask for all types of things. Mostly, they have no idea what they're talking about. My first week at the Big Store, a customer asked me for Resulin. I know I'm new and everything, but I shopped at this store and I studied wine. I never, ever heard of anything called Resulin. It sound like a gasoline, toxic, cancerous substance. After now, just looking it up, I have learned that Resulin is a diabetes drug.
Customer: "Where is your Resulin?"
Me: "We don't carry anything called Resulin."
Customer: "Yes, you do. I buy it all the time here. You used to have a section up front."
Me: "Resulin? Is that the winery name?"
Customer (now red in the face and actually spitting mad) "No, it's a grape. You have lots of it. Resulin!! Where is it? Forget it. I'll find it myself."
Me: "Whatever."
Customer comes back: "It's right here." And then points to my German section full of Riesling, pronounced REESLING.
Me: "Ohhhhh, Riesling!"
Customer is now more mad at me than ever for correcting him and won't talk to me anymore. I guess this is my own personal Cantebury Tales story.
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