"If you don't see it on our shelves, we probably don't have it," says the board teenager behind the counter at the grocery store, barely suppressing the disdainful eyeroll she'd like to give me.
"Do you think you could check, though?" I ask, timidly. She sighs, and points over her shoulder to the empty manager's booth, indicating that there's nobody with whom she could check if she cared to, which she clearly doesn't.
To be fair, if I were her age, and working in a grocery store on a Sunday afternoon, I probably wouldn't care either.