But here in my town, nearly every single person (note I said "nearly", not "all" ) who works in any kind of craft store are a bunch of sullen, don't give a damning, gasbags.
I swear, I don't know what is going on. But it's near-universal here. I've encountered extremely nice, cheerful, helpful people, but it's like all the others, the vast majority, are one step away from having a lethal meltdown.
It's gotten so I almost walk on eggs when I go into a place, just so I can be absolutely certain I don't piss anyone off and then have to walk around embarassed that I made someone's day harder or something. It doesnt' help. I mean, I don't have to have my butt kissed, but jeez! Acting like I am wearing a hat of turds just for walking in makes me a little paranoid.
And before you ask, no, I haven't had any bad encounters with anyone in a craft store. None. I say please and thank you and excuse me, ma'am. I put things back the way I found them if I touch them. I don't try to get discounts. I pay my bill, thank the clerk, and leave without incident.
I dont' think it's any suprise to me that out of the maybe 25 people in the store I was in today, only 4 of them were customers. Probably all the other customers fled from the sheer weight of the combined stink eye of 99% of the employees.
I swear, I don't know what is going on. But it's near-universal here. I've encountered extremely nice, cheerful, helpful people, but it's like all the others, the vast majority, are one step away from having a lethal meltdown.
It's gotten so I almost walk on eggs when I go into a place, just so I can be absolutely certain I don't piss anyone off and then have to walk around embarassed that I made someone's day harder or something. It doesnt' help. I mean, I don't have to have my butt kissed, but jeez! Acting like I am wearing a hat of turds just for walking in makes me a little paranoid.

And before you ask, no, I haven't had any bad encounters with anyone in a craft store. None. I say please and thank you and excuse me, ma'am. I put things back the way I found them if I touch them. I don't try to get discounts. I pay my bill, thank the clerk, and leave without incident.
I dont' think it's any suprise to me that out of the maybe 25 people in the store I was in today, only 4 of them were customers. Probably all the other customers fled from the sheer weight of the combined stink eye of 99% of the employees.


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