This is classic nonversation, combining 'not-listening' skills with the utterance of a slew of words that have obviously not been considered before spewing from the oral orifice.
I am in my local grocery store attempting to buy ham from the deli counter. It is the kind of ham where the outside has been smothered in peppercorns. The nonversation goes like this:
Me: I would like a pound of peppered ham please.
Her: Skewz me?
Me: I would like a pound of peppered ham please.
Her: Skewzzzzz me? (Sounding annoyed with me.)
Me: (Now blushing and pointing and totally clueless about how to rephrase my request) I would like a pound of the peppered ham you have here.
Her: Ohhhhhh! Yew mean PEPPER ham.
As I tell of this moment, I feel an internal explosion going on and my rage is mounting!
Let me break it down for you.
Number 1: Pepper ham and peppered ham are not so far apart in our language that it would have been impossible for her to work out what I meant.
Number 2: Grammatically speaking it is peppered ham.
Number 3: The label on the ham says 'PEPPERED HAM!'
Finally, I don't need to be told what I mean in this situation!
The scary thing? Weeks later, same store, different 'helper', the exact thing happens to me again! Verbatim! I stuck to my guns and announced I needed 'peppered ham', but this time I introduced the pointing action a bit sooner, to speed things along. I was struck dumb to hear again, 'Ohhhh! Yew mean PEPPER ham!'
Now this is does not end here. There is more!
Months later, we move house and I look forward to my first visit to a new grocery store. I waltz happily over to the deli counter with fresh hope in my heart.
When I heard the words, 'Yew mean pepper ham', I lost it!
I rarely buy peppered ham anymore. I just can't face it.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
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Have you ever been asked what you mean when asking for a bottle of water?????
ReplyDeleteIt really is the most amazing dumb thing I have ever seen in my 12 years here.
Yes! Classic!
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