“Every last one of them would ask the same exact question: “Is it fresh?” Of course. Fresh salami.”
I would have been cracking up—every time.
That is hilarious.
There was one that we nick-named “Turret’s Man” because he would habitually curse us out. No chopped liver? “You’re full of sh!t” “That’s chicken chopped liver, and I wanted beef, G-d dammit!” And so on and so forth.