The market I usually shop at (used to be called A&P) is undergoing remodeling. It's long overdue and about two-thirds completed at this point. Right now the exterior is being stripped down and redone. The entrance/exit is taped off and there are big signs posted everywhere asking people to please get their carts from inside the store, and to return them to the cart corrals in the parking lot. Pretty simple, yes?
Well of course management made a big assumption about SCs and literacy. I came out of the store yesterday to find close to a dozen carts dumped in the fire lane right outside the exit. Why? Because the extra carts are stacked up on the sidewalk right alongside the fire lane, which means that 1) no one read the sign and 2) they also didn't want to take the time to pull the carts up over the curb and stack them.
Once a grocery lackey, always a grocery lackey . . . I grabbed the carts and bumped them up over the curb, stacked 'em and put 'em in the conga line, no big deal. Took all of five minutes. The kid who bagged my groceries came flying out about halfway through the process, obviously having seen me through the window (and probably sent out by a supervisor to prevent a possible lawsuit). "Ma'am! You don't have to do that ma'am! Honest!" I just laughed and said 'Come on, let's finish up' and had fun trading remarks about SCs and their inscrutable ways.
Then there's the little old ladies six deep at the CS desk bitching about how everything's changed around and they can't find anything any more and they all want sherpas to help them trek through the supermarket wilderness, but that's a story for another thread.
Well of course management made a big assumption about SCs and literacy. I came out of the store yesterday to find close to a dozen carts dumped in the fire lane right outside the exit. Why? Because the extra carts are stacked up on the sidewalk right alongside the fire lane, which means that 1) no one read the sign and 2) they also didn't want to take the time to pull the carts up over the curb and stack them.
Once a grocery lackey, always a grocery lackey . . . I grabbed the carts and bumped them up over the curb, stacked 'em and put 'em in the conga line, no big deal. Took all of five minutes. The kid who bagged my groceries came flying out about halfway through the process, obviously having seen me through the window (and probably sent out by a supervisor to prevent a possible lawsuit). "Ma'am! You don't have to do that ma'am! Honest!" I just laughed and said 'Come on, let's finish up' and had fun trading remarks about SCs and their inscrutable ways.
Then there's the little old ladies six deep at the CS desk bitching about how everything's changed around and they can't find anything any more and they all want sherpas to help them trek through the supermarket wilderness, but that's a story for another thread.
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