Lady: “I’d like a half pound of ham.”
(I slice the ham, wrap it, and hand it over.)
Me: “Here you go, ma’am.”
(She opens up the package, sniffs the ham and makes a face).
Me: “Is there something wrong with the ham?”
Lady: “Yes. It smells very hammy.”
Me: “Am I to understand that you’re complaining that our ham smells like ham?”
Lady: *walks away in a huff*
hahah xD
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