Grocery Stores suc

Yesterday I got black marks against me because I got in the 15 items or less lane and I am sure I had more that 15 items. But to me that is just a guideline. Plus, it totally would have gone off well if the “15 items or less” person checking me out wasn’t a rather slow moving cashier and if the grocery store employees actually put price codes on their ready to eat meals. I found it kind of funny because I could see the people behind me with the look of frustration – a position I have been in many a time. And I couldn’t feel an ounce of remorse. The grocery store is a place I consider hell. It never fails, when I go there is always something – the coupon lady, the angry disgruntled cashier, the cashier in training, the price check, the un-witty banter between cashier and bag boy. Every time I have a bad time at the grocery store I vow to write a letter or call the manager and suggest customer service classes to the employees. But after I get in my car I always think – I wouldn’t want to work there either, so I can see how hard it is to be nice and chipper and helpful when all you want to do is pelt people with their $2’s a pound of nectarines. Yum nectarines