Have you ever been desperate to find a particular food item in the grocery store but couldn’t find it anywhere? In a case like that, you’d probably ask an employee for help.

That’s what happens in today’s story but with a twist because the customer asks another for customer for help thinking the customer is a store employee.

And this lady really wants a specific food item – candy apples.

Let’s see if she ever gets her apples.

Angry lady really wanted some candy apples.

So I went to Aldi today on my lunch break from work.

I was shopping for ingredients to make hard apple cider.

I found the only apple juice Aldi sold without preservatives and loaded up my cart with a dozen half gallon bottles and kept them in their cardboard boxes so they would be easier to transport.

There were a few other items I needed to pick up so I pushed my cart through the store shopping for them.

Being nice led to being mistaken for an employee.

A woman noticed the boxes of apple juice in my cart and asked where I had found them.

I had nothing better to do, so I walked her over to the apple juice display where she thanked me.

Another woman immediately came up to me and asked,

“You used to have these candy apples in the store but I can’t find them. Where are they?”

He was honest, but she didn’t believe him.

I had no idea where they were so I said, “I’m sorry, I don’t know – I don’t work here.”

Her eyes narrowed and she responded, “What do you mean you don’t work here? I just saw you help that other person.”

Now, I am in a t-shirt and corduroy pants and don’t look at all as if I would be working at this store.

I could tell that this was not going to go well no matter what I said, but I attempted to be polite, “I’m sorry, ma’am. She asked me where I had found this apple juice so I showed her. I don’t actually work here.”

What is wrong with this woman?

“What do you mean you don’t work here?!”

“I don’t work here. I am a customer, like you.”

“Just tell me where the candy apples are!”

At this point it was getting weird. “I really don’t know where the candy apples are. I don’t work here.”

The customer got even more insistent.

“You don’t know where anything is in this store?!”

“I know where the apple juice is.”

“WHERE ARE THE CANDY APPLES?!”

“Ma’am, I’m sorry I can’t help you. I really don’t work here.”

It means what it sounds like it means!

“WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!”

“It means that I don’t work at this store. I don’t know where the candy apples are. I am a customer like you.”

“THEN WHY ARE YOU STOCKING THE SHELVES?!”

She indicated the boxes in my cart filled with apple juice.

“I am shopping I am going to buy what is in my cart…”

Someone who actually works at Aldi came over to help.

“NOBODY NEEDS THAT MUCH JUICE! YOU WORK HERE AND YOU NEED TO TELL ME WHERE THE CANDY APPLES ARE!”

At this point everyone around us had stopped and were staring.

An Aldi shelf stocker came over and said, “Ma’am, the candy apples were a seasonal item and I’m afraid we are sold out.”

The woman glared at the Aldi employee, and then me and said, indicating me, “WHY DIDN’T HE TELL ME THAT?!”

The employee reiterated what he had already said.

“He doesn’t work here, Ma’am.”

The woman then roared in exasperation, pushed her cart into an aisle display of canned food, knocking it over and screamed, “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE!!! I AM NEVER COMING BACK!”

She stormed out of the store, fuming.

The employee gave me with a she’s crazy look, which I returned, then I proceeded to checkout.

The candy apple lady was parked right next to him.

I loaded the juice into the trunk of my car and hopped in the driver seat.

I checked my mirrors before backing out and noticed that the candy apple lady was in the SUV to my left, sitting in her driver seat, sobbing.

I rolled down my window and waved to get her attention.

She noticed me, waited about 15 seconds, then rolled down her window.

She told him what was wrong.

“Are you OK, ma’am?” I asked.

Through sobs and tears she said, “I said I would bring candy apples to my grandson’s party.”

I asked her when the party was to take place and she told me ‘tonight’.

I told her that I had seen kits to make candy apples over at Safeway, and that if she made them now they should be ready by the time of the party.

She was finally happy.

Her eyes lit up and she looked at me, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

I went back to work.

He was extremely patient with her and so very nice to actually help her in the parking lot when he saw her crying.

Let’s see how Reddit reacted to this story.

This person loves the way the story ended.

He was very nice to help her.

Yes, she was just a stressed out grandma.

This person thanks her for helping the candy apple lady.

Yes, she could’ve made them herself from a recipe.

Sometimes good intentions cause someone to act crazy.

At least she kept her cool.

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