At least it's fresh

 The local grocer's shop was very chaotic, ill planned.
My wife and I had stopped to pick up some vegetables.
Completely bamboozled by dense stacks of assorted greens and fruits. I picked through to see if they had what I needed.
The two girls working there couldn't find the products we asked for. There was often a tray with several types of items. It all seeemed so random and confused. Was it to have us spend more time there?
The pair of girls were very friendly. They did seem to care, at the same time they seemed disoriented. It was like the person who setup the grocer had made it so befuddled, the girls had been contaminated by the pure craziness of the mess.
The boss Tony Had that "It wasn't me" sneer about him. But it had been him, he had probably organized the shop, or rather disorganized it on purpose as his daughters had arrived to work there late.
Tony had that "You can't get something for nothing" lower middle class jaw on him. His daughters had been so well trained in politeness and tact, the contrast between them was also dizzying.
"At least it's all fresh" My wife remarked.
We ended up leaving with items we didn't need that would substitute the ones we did.
Tony whistled out to get our attention, we rolled down the window. He waved out, smiled, his mouth short a few teeth. We waved back.