Management Material...

The Loony Bin ( loonies@bloodaxe.demon.co.uk )
Wed, 23 Oct 1996 12:02:23 +0100


Hiya Folks...

Quick thinking is one of the primary requirements in management...

Wishes & Dreams...

- ANDREA
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  ------- Forwarded foolishness follows -------

Quick Thinking - Management Material

There was a kid who worked in the produce area in a grocery store. 

He was arranging the day's new stock when a man walked up to him and
asked for a half head of lettuce. The young man, being as diplomatic and
customer service oriented as he could, told the man that a head of
lettuce was sold as a whole and not in pieces.

The man was adamant about wanting to purchase a half head of lettuce and
was getting nasty. 

The young man decided that he wasn't paid enough to put up with a jerk
like this so he said he'd ask his manager.

The produce clerk walked through the double doors that led to the
store's storage area and walked up to his manager.

Kid to mgr: "There's a real a*****e out there who insists on buying a
half head of lettuce."

He glances over his shoulder to see that the man had followed him into
the back and was listening to the conversation.

Kid, thinking quickly: "And this gentleman would like to buy the other
half, so it will work out just fine".

Later in the day,

Mgr to kid: "You were pretty quick back there. I like a man who can
think on his feet. I'm opening up a store in Canada next month and I'd
like you to be the store manager".

Kid, grumbling: "Canada! The only things in Canada are hockey players
and whores".

Mgr, reflectively: "Well, my wife's from Canada".

Kid: "Oh, really? What team did she play for?"