(This guy with a thick Bosnian accent comes up to me.)
Customer: “I am looking for beekels.”
Me: “Beekels?”
Customer: “Okay…”
(I show him where are the bagels are.)
Customer: “No, Not bread. Beekles.”
Me: “Um…”
Customer: “The kind you put in fridge.”
Me: “Oh.”
(I go to the freezers and show him the frozen bagels.)
Customer: “NO! NOT BREAD! BEEKLES!”
Me: “I can’t…I don’t know…uh…”
(He walks away. A few Aisles away he sees it and picks up.)
Customer: “This is what I was looking for.”
Me: “Oh, pickles…”
