As I walked back to the produce section, Ry waylaid me, his facial expression tight. “Can I talk to you for a minute?”
“Sure,” I said and followed him into the staff break room. No one else was present. “What’s up?”
“You need to keep the amount of time you spend chitchatting with a customer to a minimum. We don’t want people to get upset because our employees are spending more time flirting than doing actual work.” Oh, that stung.
“I beg your pardon? In no way was I flirting. That was someone I hadn’t seen since college, who just so happened to be a customer. What was I supposed to do, be rude? That’s against company policy, isn’t it? The customer is to be pleased at all costs. I thought that was my job description.”
“Well, you don’t have to suck his dick to do it. You can’t really be that desperate.”