Tuesday, September 18, 2007
( 8:42 AM ) teahouse
Since I live on the Upper West Side, I like to go to the Fairway to shop for food.
It's a local grocery store, but it's more than just a grocery store.
It's got great produce, high-end gourmet foods, and it's pretty much like a trip to Disneyland for your average Upper West Side yuppie.
I was there last night buying milk, vegetables and gourmet olives (mmm). It was a nice place to be after a long day at work, strolling up and down the aisles and shopping for my dinner.
My peace of mind was shattered by a screeching sound. There was a crazy looking woman at the fish counter yelling at the poor guy who worked there.
"I want 3 pieces of salmon from THAT END of the fish!" she yelled. "No, not that piece! That's too small! No cut that bigger!"
The guy had a huge piece of salmon in one hand, and was trying to slice smaller pieces for her as she yelled at him. There were various other pieces of different sizes on a cutting board that she had rejected. He was trying to be patient, but she was yelling so loudly that other customers were staring at her.
I swear, she was demonic and crazed. She was clearly an over-entitled rich woman who was used to ordering people around.
She made this guy cut up about half a dozen pieces of salmon before she was satisfied. Or so it seemed.
But in the end she yelled, "This is impossible! It's all your fault for messing it all up! I'm in a hurry; I can't wait!" and ran off in a huff.
So yeah, I like everything about the Fairway. Except some of the clientele. #