Some Good Deli Vibes!

Story by Care A Lot on SoFurry

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Just fun! I do love working in the deli, lots of creative juices flowing there.


I like my job a lot. No, I am not what Gray Muzzle does, which is being a trial lawyer.

No, I am a sensational deli clerk. I can handle that hard salami like no one can!

You want a pound of mozzarella, sliced super thin? Then come see the stupendous deli man, with the quick wit, and happy smile. A sample of zesty roast beef? Sure!

I give substance, style, and yes, I give that extra mile. I slice my shit with crazy guile, moving in and out of the cooler in less than five seconds, with a pile of olive loaf, however you please.

I've five years' experience, domestic ham's my essence, and if your cub is screaming, a slice of American is bound to be a solid pacifier.

What are the keys to satisfying customer service? A solid dose of humility, tranquility, sensibility, and a bit of the goofy, with a good memory, some harmony, and the ability to dance the one-two step around the lazy co-worker who takes a minute to slice a piece of anything.

So, hungry, and broke? Stop by the S&S, on Main & Free, in Westfield, baby, and this A+ deli clerk will hook you up a phat sample, to put some glow in your step, and to give your day an extra pep!

Thank you. Have a beautiful evening.

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