Scene: The supermarket deli counter.
Finally it's my turn. I say to the deli counter assistant person very clearly "I would like one pound of chicken salad please" She repeated "one pound of chicken salad"
She proceeds to grab a container and start CRAMMING chicken salad into it until it's really really FULL. In my mind I KNOW it's more than one pound. Onto the scale it goes. Total weight: 2.73 pounds.
Deli Counter assistant says to me "is it ok if it's a little over a pound?"
When I say "no I want one pound please" she gives ME a dirty look! Then proceeds to almost empty the container. Total weight this time 0.47 pounds. She looks at me. I again say "One pound please" More gets spooned in - total weight now - 1.89. Now I'm just on a roll. "One pound please". At this point she grabs another container - a smaller one - you know, the one that on the display says ONE POUND and fills that. Total weight? 1.03 pounds. Yet another validation of my theory that when people leave their homes and end up in a grocery store they somehow become mentally challenged.