It happened in 2003. I was awaiting the results of the California Bar Exam and passing the time working at Sur La Table. Chef Govind Armstrong came in with his business partner to return a knife set. For some reason, I don't know why, I got nervous. I messed up the transaction.
First of all, it was the weirdest knife set. The handles looked like someone ripped the antlers off a deer to make them. Very cave man-esque.
I started the return just fine. But then, he wanted to do an exchange or something, and then it got screwy. You see I had no idea who he was, and so I started to process the second half of the transaction, the "buy", and then he tells me he's a chef. Which would not have been a problem, except that he wanted his chef's discount. And for some reason the computer wouldn't do it, I got flustered, and I looked like a dork. He and his business partner looked at me like I was a total ditz, they said not to worry about the discount, and they took their items, and left.
I have seen Chef Armstrong a few times since, he clearly doesn't remember me, but I get embarrassed every time. Still.
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