So, fess up, are you the type who will always use the opportunity to have a nibble when by the cheese counter you see someone stood behind a small table offering a pat of chilli cheese on a patch of rye bread the size of a thumb’s nail, or whatever, even though you know for certain that you won’t buy any?
Or do you walk past with a smug smile, thinking to yourself:
- Look at them stingy buggers, as soon as there’s free food they gather like men in worn out clothes at a 1930’s NY soup kitchen
Has anyone worked at a supermarket cheese counter, or call it delicatessen?
What kind of general rules are there? If I’m buying some cheese, how many different can I ask a sample of, before they get pissed off at me?
Pose I’m on the dole, not much money, and I need to buy food. It wouldn’t be a bad idea to enter supermarkets, not the same one every time, walk up to the cheese counter, ask for samples from 6-7 different cheeses, maybe one of those Kalamata olives in garlic, and a slice of that Swedish ham, then say:
- Oh, I think I’ll only have three slices of that cheese there.
You’d be paying almost nothing but almost had a lunch.
Or do you walk past with a smug smile, thinking to yourself:
- Look at them stingy buggers, as soon as there’s free food they gather like men in worn out clothes at a 1930’s NY soup kitchen
Has anyone worked at a supermarket cheese counter, or call it delicatessen?
What kind of general rules are there? If I’m buying some cheese, how many different can I ask a sample of, before they get pissed off at me?
Pose I’m on the dole, not much money, and I need to buy food. It wouldn’t be a bad idea to enter supermarkets, not the same one every time, walk up to the cheese counter, ask for samples from 6-7 different cheeses, maybe one of those Kalamata olives in garlic, and a slice of that Swedish ham, then say:
- Oh, I think I’ll only have three slices of that cheese there.
You’d be paying almost nothing but almost had a lunch.
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