Saturday morning is my favorite time to run errands. We’re always up early and I usually find myself patiently waiting for wherever it is I’m off to to open for business. One stop that’s always on the list is No Frills. After that it could be the drugstore, hardware store, bank, or a number of other places. When I’m looking for freshly baked goods, it’s off to another grocery store that’s relatively close, although it’s not really my favorite place to shop. The reason? The staff.
Last Saturday morning I made my way over to this store for some freshly baked buns. I have never shopped anywhere that the staff has been as rude as the staff at the store I’m referring to. Like I said, it’s close to where we live, so that’s where I go.
There are a couple of ladies there that look like they’d prefer death over being nice to people. They never smile. Very seldom do they ever say hello first. It’s always me that has to initiate conversation. They look like they’ve probably spent their lives working for this company and they can do whatever they want. The company “owes” them.
One day I asked the one of the ladies who was ringing in my groceries how she was doing. “Shi***,” was her response. Wow. Really? I can’t believe she actually said that! I can tell by seeing her whenever I’m in the store she probably feels that way everyday, but to hear it come out of her mouth surprised me. She caught herself and said “I guess I shouldn’t have said that.” Well, duh! I made some kind of a joke and bit my lip. My wife would have been proud.
Just seeing those ladies behind the cash registers when I roll into the store brings me down, but until someone opens a place that has fresh baking in my neighbourhood, I will continue dropping into this particular store for the wonderful attitudes and friendly faces.
Now that’s sarcasm!