Fear the Meat Maven!

We eat a lot of sandwiches in our home. We love them. All kinds of meats and cheeses, piled high on a tasty roll or bread. toasted,soft, chilled, grilled, we love them all. My Husband and i just said the other day that we could live on good sandwiches and chips. There is only one small problem with this love of handheld meat heaven, the deli counter. Why do the people that work behind the deli counter even put an application in. they seem to truly hate their job. Each week i have to walk sheepishly up to the counter to wait. I know they see me. i am looking right at them. i always smile and try to be very understanding but nothing seems to charm the gods of the deli. After about eight minuets of shuffling about and looking at the out of date flat bread on display in front of me i am lucky to get a "be with you in a minute".Then i wait some more while the hair netted woman takes 5 chickens out of a rotisserie, deep fries some wing dings and goes into the back for who knows what.Mean while a rather sour faced woman approaches. she has the look of a "line jumper" about her. now I'm even more on edge because i have to make sure i talk to the Mistress of meats before this other dame does. Finally, when i am about to give up and go look at the bananas the deli maven comes out again. "what can i get you?'Yes! I have won the first battle, but the war has just began."i would like a pound of honey ham very thin please." With a mopey swing of the arms and a droop of the head she turns to find the right meat. Her body language screams,"I'll give you some honey ham sweet thing, and I'll tell you were to put it." But for all that she lopes over to the slicer to begin the burdensome task of cutting the meat. After the scale reaches a pound it is bagged and handed over she resentfully asks," anything else?" when what she means is,"Will you please get the heck out of here." I apologetically ask for a pound of Colby jack cheese. she glares.
Now, i have worked many jobs,put in hundreds of hours of servitude so i know how it feels to be on the other end of "the counter", but i was always nice to my customers. Co-workers, that might be different, but customers, they were almost fun. A change of pace. someone new to talk to. What i would give for a person like that to slice my meats!While she is cutting the cheese,(sorry, could not help it), i have lots of time to see if there is turkey or salami that looks good,but do i risk it. Do i ask for one more thing and risk having a sharp deli object flung at me. That is always how i feel when I'm standing there. One item, you're just a pest. Two items, you are needy. Three items or more and you just think the world must revolve around your cold cut needs! "I have a dream, a dream of stress free deli purchasing. that one day all people can feel safe ordering the meats of their choosing without fear or judgement."