This post is a little over two years old. I ran into it during the recent blog maintenance, and I was initially surprised that I hadn't posted it, because it looked like it was more or less complete: the pictures were already present, the code for the footnotes (usually the last thing I do with a post, because it's awkward to change once in place) had been done. It's rare for a post to reach this stage without getting posted.
Ouch. The first Saturday of May should not be sunny. It brings out too many customers all at once. It wasn't necessarily terrible to be busy, though I did something to my back early in the day, which hurts, and which would probably heal up just fine if I could rest it, but I've got (as I write this on Sunday morning) two more days of work, and then I have to water all the plants at home, so that's not looking too likely.
(Just FYI, though: the first Saturday in May is probably the weekend you want to show up to shop, if you live around here: our actual last frost date is May 15, give or take, but if you want to be able to buy before we're sold out of things, a couple weeks earlier is about ideal. And actually the first Friday is probably even better, if you can manage it.)
For as many as there were, the customers on Saturday were very well-behaved (better than the co-workers, anyway: one of the co-workers is closer than s/he realizes to being beaten to death with a shovel1), with one exception:
One lady waved me over to the succulents while I was watering and asked for a price on a $9.95 Adenium obesum.
I told her $9.95.
Oh, she said, well someone told me it was only $5.99.
I don't know what to tell you, I said back. The prices go by pot size, that's a 4-inch pot, therefore it's $9.95.
CUSTOMER: But someone said $5.99.
MR_S: Well, um, we do have $5.99 plants, but That. Is. Not. One. Of. Them.
CUSTOMER: Okay, well, thank you.
So then a couple hours later, one of the front counter people comes back to the greenhouse for something or another, and while s/he's back there, s/he says, so -- what's the price on those plants that have the big bulb thing at the base? Are those succulents or tropicals or what?
MR_S: Which ones? These? [pointing to a Beaucarnea recurvata]
FRONT COUNTER PERSON: Maybe. I'm not sure.
Then it dawned on me why s/he was asking, and I pointed to the Adeniums, and s/he was like, yes, that one. What price are those?
FRONT COUNTER PERSON: 'Cause I had a customer insist that somebody had told her $5.99.
MR_S: Yeah, I know which customer you're talking about. I told her $9.95 repeatedly.
FRONT COUNTER PERSON: Wait -- you'd told her $9.95?
FRONT COUNTER PERSON: [Expletives]2
MR_S: Why? What price did you give her?
FRONT COUNTER PERSON: Well she kept saying someone had told her $5.99, so we wound up giving it to her for $5.99. [pause] You know, I don't mean to talk bad about [customer's ethnic group],
MR_S: [cringes in anticipation]
FRONT COUNTER PERSON: but . . . [proceeds to talk bad about customer's ethnic group]
Only 20 days left.3
1 Exaggerated for dramatic effect, but s/he has about a 50-50 chance of getting the verbal equivalent of being beaten to death with a shovel, whatever that would be, before I'm done with the job. S/he would be wise to stay out of my way. Tragically, s/he is not a particularly wise person, and probably will not stay out of my way.
2 Also exaggerated for dramatic effect. I don't remember exactly what s/he said.
3 Unless I come back for June. Which I said I might do. Not looking real probable at the moment, though.
For what it's worth, the one problematic co-worker didn't get beaten with a shovel. Still deserves it, though.
I'm not certain which front counter person was in the story -- my personal journal doesn't record the interaction -- but if it's who I remember it as being, then yes, s/he still works there.