"Are these Guava's red on the inside?" The customer asked a cashier in training. I watched her slink back in what almost seemed like horror. She continues, "The whole reason I came down here was to get Guava's with the red on the inside for ten cents off." The trainee looks at me, then at the customer, then back at me and mumbles something like, "Uhm let me just call the supervisor." She proceeds to muffle something over the intercom and a representative from produce shows up. "How can I help you?"

"Yes. Well the whole reason I came down here was because the store supposedly had a sale on Guavas with the red on the inside." Her attitude is becoming increasingly irritating. "Ah yes, I just cut one open five minutes ago. They have white on the inside," he replies, most likely anticipating this impish women to be on her way.

But no. "Yes well, may I show you how they are displayed on the flyer," she grabs one from the display. The Guavas are indeed, red on the inside. "This is what I came for." I can see everyone's thoughts displayed on their faces: Is there really a difference? Customers stare impatiently as their icecream is melting on the conveyor belt. Can't you just pay for your bill and leave without causing such a fuss? But no. She shoots a look at the trainee, "I don't want them anymore," and pushes the bag at her with a sickly sneer.

The woman pays for the bill and leaves the store, Guava-less. The trainee, produce rep and I all look at eachother. Without having to say a word, we know that we are all thinking the same thing.