Cheese Curds.

I am still trying to decide how I want to go about doing this. I can't decide if I want to just blog after every shift or just whenever about random stuff. Until I get things figured out, I will just be bringing you some of my favorite rants that I have already from this semester of working. Today's topic: cheese curds. Until I started working at that store I had never heard of these cheese curds, also known as "squeaky cheese". One day early in the semester someone asked me if we were selling cheese curds and I, slightly confused, told them I didn't think so because I had never heard of anything like that. I asked one of my co-workers about it after and they told me that before the distributor was closed for remodeling they sold cheese curds. Okay so I'm sure you are wondering where I am going with all this random information about curds (whatever the heck that even is) of cheese. Here's the thing, people are obsessed with them. Obsessed. Someone storms in demanding cheese curds about every other shift. And recently we have started getting them in again so the harassment about them has somewhat abated, but not entirely. Just the other day a lady came up to me asking if I knew when we would be getting them in. Seeing as I really have no idea about when anything comes in, I just pretend like I know for customers, I told her I wasn't sure, but I didn't think it was on a regular basis. Which it's not. Cheese curds are a sporadic item of ours. But that wasn't good enough for her. She gave me a lovely look and rudely asked me if there were any way she could find out for sure. I then looked to my dear co-worker, Julia (who is going to show up in this quite a lot I'm sure) and asked her. Julia told her the same thing, and the lady, clearly exasperated, snidely asked if there were a number she could call to find out when we would have them. Julia asked if she wanted the number for this creamery, or-and she was about to say or the distributer creamery-but was rudely interrupted by the woman saying, through a laugh, "well, that is the number I would want to call here, right?" Needless to say Julia gave her the number and sent her on her way. Why was this woman so rude? Oh, because we didn't have any cheese curds on hand. Heaven almighty, what are we to do? And she wasn't even the only curd crazy person in there that day. Julia had a man come through that was asking about cheese curds like an addict who needed a heroine fix. This driving need for whatever curds are is very disturbing. So that's my soap box about that. People are obsessed with cheese curds, and its weird. the end.