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Another Damn Senior Day
Errrggghhh, nothing like senior citizen discounts to make me feel like one.
Well Aren't You Just A Ray Of Sunshine
I stop in the little boys' room to pay the water bill. While I'm doing that there's a guy in a stall sitting a spell. He emerges as I'm at the sink washing my hands and tells me "You need to tell maintenance to fix the toilet seat in there. It's loose!"
Oh, well, gee, for us maintenance is this Mexican guy who doesn't really understand English, let alone clean anything, so he's no help. Of course, maintenance could be interpreted to be me, but if you think I'm going to crawl around on that filthy bathroom floor like a turtle, you're nuts. There's one other guy who we go to for stuff like this, and I'll let him know what needs to be done, but don't expect same-day service. He's got his own shit to do.
A little later, I'm filling autopull, and I run into the guy from the bathroom and his wife. He waves a package of maxi pads in front of my face and asks me "Why don't you have this one in overnight with wings?" So I tell him I don't know; we just get what we get. That's all I can tell him, and all the answer he's entitled to anyway.
Still later, guy from the bathroom comes over by me and waves a coupon in my face. "Where's your Off stuff?" I tell him all the insect repellents are on a fixture in the middle of the aisle by HBA, but we're out of the specific product (some Off clip-on thing) his coupon is for. He sighs, grunts "can't ever find anything here" and waddles off.
Gee, you're just a big complainy-pants today, aren't you? I think you need a nap.
I.P. Freleigh's Cart Conniption
We have four cart corrals in our parking lot. The one closest to the garden center contains carts for customers in the garden center to use. And only people shopping in the garden center are supposed to have access to them. Unauthorized in-store use of the garden center's carts without the express written consent of the garden center is prohibited. Not really, but they get pissy if anybody on a cart run takes carts from their corral.
We also have way too few carts for a store our size. This is probably because corporate is too cheap to send somebody to fix our broken carts, and just tells us to throw our broken carts away. Supposedly, corporate's planning to do some cart balancing among stores, or bring in new ones, but we have no timetable on that.
Result of all this: Yours Truly getting called outside for cart pickup every little while when the front end people or the managers notice we have no carts inside the store for customers to use, because everybody's grabbing a cart as they walk in the door, even if they don't plan to put anything in it. Some older folks use them like walkers.
So, after being called outside for the third time in less than 90 minutes (I checked), I looked over at the garden center's corral and found it overflowing with carts. Even though nobody's shopping the garden center anymore because we have hardly anything left out there, and what's left is dying and ugly anyway. So I took half the carts from that corral and brought them inside.
And yet the garden center people complained because I dared to take their carts. Fortunately management backed me up.
Number of Farts Walked Into Today:
Only 2
Irv is now:
Exhausted.
Time For A:
Beer.
Well Aren't You Just A Ray Of Sunshine
I stop in the little boys' room to pay the water bill. While I'm doing that there's a guy in a stall sitting a spell. He emerges as I'm at the sink washing my hands and tells me "You need to tell maintenance to fix the toilet seat in there. It's loose!"
Oh, well, gee, for us maintenance is this Mexican guy who doesn't really understand English, let alone clean anything, so he's no help. Of course, maintenance could be interpreted to be me, but if you think I'm going to crawl around on that filthy bathroom floor like a turtle, you're nuts. There's one other guy who we go to for stuff like this, and I'll let him know what needs to be done, but don't expect same-day service. He's got his own shit to do.
A little later, I'm filling autopull, and I run into the guy from the bathroom and his wife. He waves a package of maxi pads in front of my face and asks me "Why don't you have this one in overnight with wings?" So I tell him I don't know; we just get what we get. That's all I can tell him, and all the answer he's entitled to anyway.
Still later, guy from the bathroom comes over by me and waves a coupon in my face. "Where's your Off stuff?" I tell him all the insect repellents are on a fixture in the middle of the aisle by HBA, but we're out of the specific product (some Off clip-on thing) his coupon is for. He sighs, grunts "can't ever find anything here" and waddles off.
Gee, you're just a big complainy-pants today, aren't you? I think you need a nap.
I.P. Freleigh's Cart Conniption
We have four cart corrals in our parking lot. The one closest to the garden center contains carts for customers in the garden center to use. And only people shopping in the garden center are supposed to have access to them. Unauthorized in-store use of the garden center's carts without the express written consent of the garden center is prohibited. Not really, but they get pissy if anybody on a cart run takes carts from their corral.
We also have way too few carts for a store our size. This is probably because corporate is too cheap to send somebody to fix our broken carts, and just tells us to throw our broken carts away. Supposedly, corporate's planning to do some cart balancing among stores, or bring in new ones, but we have no timetable on that.
Result of all this: Yours Truly getting called outside for cart pickup every little while when the front end people or the managers notice we have no carts inside the store for customers to use, because everybody's grabbing a cart as they walk in the door, even if they don't plan to put anything in it. Some older folks use them like walkers.
So, after being called outside for the third time in less than 90 minutes (I checked), I looked over at the garden center's corral and found it overflowing with carts. Even though nobody's shopping the garden center anymore because we have hardly anything left out there, and what's left is dying and ugly anyway. So I took half the carts from that corral and brought them inside.
And yet the garden center people complained because I dared to take their carts. Fortunately management backed me up.
Number of Farts Walked Into Today:
Only 2
Irv is now:
Exhausted.
Time For A:
Beer.
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