My DH worked at a grocery store during high school and some summers in college. The lessons he learned. . .invaluable. Especially this one: the worst shoppers are middle-aged women. They are mean, despicable, and completely absorbed in their own sense of entitlement. Of course you should bow down to their minivan-driving, toddler-corraling, stink-eye-giving selves. They earned it! Who cares how little you make to stock vegetables/sack groceries/check out customers--they deserve first-class treatment. And in a hurry!
We laugh about these women often as we see them berating the staff at any minimum-wage-paying establishment.
So imagine my surprise when I found myself huffing and puffing at the checkout at Famous Footwear today. (Where I never go, but I have been hunting some new kicks for Z and actually found something)
I saw the lone clerk midway across the store and she started to approach the checkout, made eye contact, and then spun around and headed to the back.
Um. Yeah, like I wanted to buy something. With money. And the buying. And the cha-ching.
So I stood there for another moment. . .chatted briefly with the couple in line behind me. . .started joking about how there must not be anyone working today/must be a "free giveaway" day, etc.
And then I just got huffy and decided I was not going to buy this pair of size 6 Buster Brown sandals on clearance and they could just try to get me back as a customer.
Taking a page from playgroupie Afton's book, I decided to write them a little note! Aha! There's my justice!
Of course, I hunted around for some paper. . .mumbled to the poor couple behind me that I can't believe I was taking the time to do this (they agreed with me, on principle, they said). . .then I found a piece of paper on the register and penned this saucy note:
"Was going to buy these shoes (arrow here) but your service stinks! Will not be back!!"
Yeah, that fixed their wagon, I'm sure. At minimum wage in a discount shoe store, I'm sure that salesperson really, really cares to lose my business.
Sigh. When did I become such an entitled, not-quite-middle-aged bee-hatch?
Oh, well. I walked next door to Kohl's and found EXACTLY what I wanted. On clearance. For three bucks less.
Put that in your pipe and smoke it, Famous Footwear!
And by the way. . .the couple behind me in line. . .they left without purchasing anything, either. . .
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That was funny! Thanks for the giggle :)
It got me thinking, though. I don't know if it's entitlement or if it's more along the lines of being at that age and being fed up with the attitudes of kids/teenagers.
I don't feel I'm expressing myself well enough here...
When you're older and raising children, you begin to see what you like about society, how you want to raise your children and the youth around. Like everytime I go back to NH for a visit, I loathe (really strong word here, but it's true!) the services that the kids provide. It's frustrating to see that the youth has such low standards for presentation, service and pride.
Maybe when you're older you start to relax and decide that it's not worth the aggravation of investing time into complaining. That life's too short to waste it on some kid that will eventually grow into a fuddy duddy.
WOW! Way to go - no taking crap today!
Love the new header!
Next time - leave the note for the manager. He/she will REALLY care!!!
And I dont' know - does being middle-age give me a sense of entitlement? No - I am just beotchy because I am trying to get in and out of the store in quick time and can't deal with poor service.
There's something about lack of customer service that will get my panties all twisted.
Yeah...take that Famous!
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