I never used to have a lot of time for deli girls. I was a check-out chick back in the day, and when you work in a supermarket there is generally a great divide between those on the front line... and everybody else.
That all changed when I stopped in at Beaufort IGA. My Combi-driving companion and I were responsible for picking up some lunch-ables from the afore-mentioned establishment on our way to meet others for a weekend jaunt in the Grampians.
We asked Jess, the deli girl, for some meat. It took us some time to decide on the triple smoked ham (three times' the charm right?) so she really threw us a curve ball when she asked the dreaded deli question: ''How much?"
After some conferring behind our shopping baskets, we threw down this gauntlet: "342 grams."
The tension built as she sliced closer and closer to the mark. We thought we had her when the scales read 340 - but lo' and behold if the last slice she tossed casually onto the pile didn't bring the total up another 2 grams.
What a legend.
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