customers expect you to read their minds all the time. i work at a dispensary and we usually have 10-15 strains of flower on the floor at any given times. still, 60% of the time I get
"I came in for an oz." or "i want an indica." and you're like "okay, we have like 6 indicas." so you just grab the two best for them to look at and they always end up being the pickiest mother fuckers and it's like BE MORE FUCKING SPECIFIC FOR ME IF YOU ARE GOING TO BE SPECIFIC ABOUT WHAT TYPE OF WEED YOU WANT. and then always. ALWAYS. when you are checking them out, you have already given them their change back, they bother to look at the fucking strain list that has all the strains we carry plus the god damn effects and tastes of each mother fucking strain, or they bother to look directly behind me and see the other strains they didn't get to see, and decide to accuse me of not reading their damn mind and just KNOWING that they would have liked banana mother fucking kush more than kimbo slice. god dammit. it's like, what, you want me to bring you all fifteen jars for you to scrutinize and smell and have all your homies surround and give their opinions on instead of not being a lazy mother fucker and just READING THE MENU because THAT'S WHAT IT'S THERE FOR and deciding for yourself what YOU want.
like im totally cool with a customer coming in and being like "i just want your best hybrid" so i grab our best hybrid and they're like "that'll do" like damn, done and you trusted me.
but the assholes who come in, give me nothing to work off of, and then accuse me of hiding product from them make me want to scream. like do you go into a restaurant and not bother to take a single glance at the menu and tell the waiter "gimme what's good" and when she comes back with her version of what's good and you finally bother to take a look at the information they provided you with in the first fucking place, yelling at her for bringing you chicken tacos instead of a fucking pulled pork.
we have so mny customers who will have me COMPLETELY WEIGHT OUT AND PACKAGE (if you don't live in a state where weed is legalized, btw, the entire dispensary process is long and tedious) who make me POUR OUT what I just weighed for them and re-weigh something "new" they just discovered because they decided to use their mother fucking eyes for once. like fucking try and do this with a street dealer, you pain in the ass.