where shopping is a pleasure

I had clocked out from work the other night, it was Tuesday I think, and I had to do some grocery shopping.

I was making my way up the aisle across from the meat department and one of the meat cutters was walking down the aisle towards me. He was holding one of his hands with the other, I didn't think anything of it at the time. He came up to me and said "Hey Joe, who do I call about this?"
He lets go of the hand he was holding - his right index finger was twisted and bloody. A case of frozen turkeys had fallen on his finger - broke it of course. I told him to go back to the department and I would go get the store manager.

I went to tell the store manager and he said he would send the grocery manager back to check on the guy - he couldn't go himself because the district manager was in the store. I went back to the department to tell the meat cutter that the manager would be back in a minute, I got him a chair and the seafood clerk and I stayed with the guy. We were sure the manager would come through the door any second.

The department door did open. But it wasn't a manager standing there, it was a customer. He wanted three steaks cut. So the meat cutter, with a broken finger mind you, cut the three steaks.

Half an hour later the grocery manager made his way back to the department.

Half an hour, can you believe it?