Cocaine Princess here.
I was emotionally drained. How is it not possible to have some type of breakdown here? I blame the day on my hormonal craving. I should have just walked away and waited in the car but I didn’t.
Allow me to explain:
I am continually shocked at the behavior of people these days. I wrote a post about people who spit out their gum, this week it’s rude people who shop. Let’s rewind back to last weekend and let me start off by saying that I love my sister, truly I do but there are times I'm left scratching my head wondering how we’re related based on her actions. Last Sunday was one of those beautiful summer afternoons in July. Sister and I were coming back from the city when all of a sudden I was attacked by a hormonal hunger craving. If you’re female or have a wife or girlfriend then of course you know what I’m talking about. Hormonal hunger cravings come out of nowhere. They will attack you left, right and center. It doesn’t care where you are or what you’re doing. There have been times when I have ripped off the refrigerator door and destroyed every cupboard and pantry in the house when my hormonal cravings strike! Anyways, as we were driving back home I had this overwhelming craving for Chicken McNuggets. Approaching the off ramp sister noticed those famous Golden Arches. I could almost hear my cravings rejoice until that is I realized the Golden Arches were inside Wal-Mart. I despise this place for the following reasons:
Problem #1: The Damn Parking Lot
As with most places you pull into incoming traffic does not stop as was the case pulling into Wal-Mart and in case someone didn’t know there was a great big white sign with the words “Incoming Traffic Does Not Stop” written in black. I guess no one bothered to take the sign seriously because there was a lengthy line of cars waiting along curbside with the indicator light flickering blocking the incoming traffic. I honked twice in hopes the car in front of me would move a couple of meters so I could drive past him. What happened instead? The driver switched the indicator light off and then his engine. I had no choice but to carefully maneuver and weave my way in and out of the cars all while making sure I didn’t run anyone down as customers were entering and exiting the store blindly without a care in the world. It was clear these customers were either under the assumption they owned the road or because they lacked the simple common sense of looking both ways before crossing the street. While looking for a parking space, out of nowhere this individual wearing blue flannel pants with flip flops darted out in-between two cars paying no attention to traffic whatsoever and was carrying a bag of dog food. I couldn’t get past his attire.
ME: Who wears their pajamas shopping?
SISTER: They’re sweat pants, darling.
After managing to find a fairly reasonable parking spot, sister and I made our way inside and as we did what I feared most of all happened. Sister grabbed a cart from the corral. “Oh my God,” I groaned. “I just need to pick up a few things she said while spraying the cart's bar handle with sanitizer. I questioned why she needed the cart? “You specifically said the word couple. Last time I checked the world “couple” means two. So if what you’re saying is true that you need to pick up a couple of things you don’t really need a cart, right? I asked. “As long as we’re here I may as well pick up a couple of things for the house,” she replied. Again with that word “couple.” I reminded sister we had a housekeeper who gets paid. “Let her pick up the things.” “By the time you’re done eating your nuggets, I’ll be finished shopping,” she replied back. Oh, but if only that true.
Problem #2: Inside The Store: Pt. 1
Those of you who have shopped here are familiar with the Greeters-- You know those employees in the blue vests whose sole job is to greet customers upon entering and answer any questions they may or may not have. It doesn’t seem like a hard job. Although one has to wonder what exactly the requirements are aside from a high school diploma? I could be wrong but I’m quite sure one requirement would be a friendly attitude. He was leaning against an ATM and I don’t know why unless he was guarding it for some unknown reason but what got to me most was he didn’t say hello. He just stood there. I asked sister why he didn’t greet us:
SISTER: Maybe he didn't see us.
Sister’s phone rang. As she chatted I decided to take on the role of undercover investigator by spending a few minutes observing the greeter and his interaction with the customers entering or should I say lack of interaction? Customers kept on entering and this so called greeter failed in my opinion to live up to his job by saying a simple hello. Perhaps at this particular Wal-Mart customers were required to say hello in order for the greeter to speak? I suppose I could have initiated the conversation upon entering but why? If he’s being paid to greet shouldn’t he be greeting? The young male couldn’t have been more than 17-18 years old, part time student I presumed. Maybe his vocabulary was limited and any word that sounded like a salutation was not included. Customers continued to pile into the store almost nonstop. The greeter didn’t say a word, hell there wasn’t even a head nod! When sister finished up talking to whomever was on the phone she inquired what I was doing. I explained.
SISTER: Why do you care whether he says hello or not? It’s not your problem.
I begged to differ and suggested she take a look at his employee name tag. Underneath his name were several of those yellow smiley face circles.
SISTER: Why are you so concerned about this?
Before I had a chance to answer guess who decided to re-enter the store? The guy in the flannel pants and by the way I was correct— they were indeed pj's and not sweats. With it he wore a white cotton shirt. The buttons were done up wrong giving the shirt a whole lop-sided look. Seriously, what was this guy thinking– wearing pj's to shop?! Did he think no one would notice by pairing it with a cotton shirt? Needless to say I was horrified. Don’t get me wrong, I never judge anyone on their appearance. We all have our style but wearing PJ'S while shopping???!!! I’m sorry but that is definitely a no-no. I turned to sister:
ME: Who wears pj's out in public? How long does it take to put on a pair of proper pants? I’ll tell you how long-- the same amount of time it probably takes to put on pj's.
SISTER: Do me a favor–- quit playing Fashion Police and go eat your McNuggets. Text me when you’re done.
To Be Continued.....
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The Olympics officially kicked off last Friday. What did you think of the Opening Ceremonies? The highlight for me was watching David Beckham cruising on a boat with the torch down the River Thames and how funny was Mr. Bean during "The Chariots of Fire" skit! As of now the USA is leading with a total of 37 medals. Meanwhile, Canada has a total of 7.
I read this on twitter today & I totally love it:
"Chad le Clos was 12 when he saw his hero, Michael Phelps (aged 19) in Athens. 8 years later, Chad beat Phelps. Tell a 12-year-old to dream."
So inspiring.
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My loyal and dear readers, it's finally Friday.
Up here it's the Long Holiday Weekend.
Whatever your plans are have a brilliant 1st weekend of August. ~x
XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess
7 comments:
Oh my--
I managed a WalMart once in NC. I was working at a law firm previous to this and got recruited to work in management by a coworker's husband. Big Mistake. Cuz I turned into a "beyotch". Never again will I go into management. It altered my somewhat nice personality. Once, I filled in for a greeter cuz we were short-handed and I did not want to pull anyone else from other areas. So I decided to do it myself. Let me say this much. It looks like an easy job and yes there is no brain requirements but after smiling and greeting "each and every" customer my jaw hurt and I was tired of greeting everyone. It is tiresome. Very tiresome. I had to go massage my jaw. I think personally they should do away with the job. If one needs direction in the store, then just find someone whom works there. I know that in itself should be another topic to be discussed about employees lack of knowledge of their store. I will only visit our local WalMart after midnight when the store is empty. I have found the one across the river to be the most reliable in having sufficient cashiers after midnight to ring u up. I only had to say something once to the management about having a register open. Yes. I'm vocal. Very vocal. But all the customers were happy that I spoke up for us.
PJs--
I am not the most fashionable dresser that is for sure. I don't have the body type to wearing revealing clothing. I cover up as a fluffy something almost 50-year old should. I would like to see other people cover up too. I get sick looking at men's asses with their drawers down to their knees. I get tired of seeing women's thighs cutoff from too tight "daisy dukes" with their cellulite legs looking like they are going to pop off from lack of circulation. I get tired of seeing flabby skin hanging out. I understand not we age and we are not going to all look fabulous anymore but there comes a time when one should know that u should cover up and dress accordingly. As we age, we cannot look like the teenager nor the young 20 something that are healthy and fit. No one wants to see my "fluffiness" other than my boyfriend/mate. I don't subject others to such a sight. Most ask me to wear some reveal clothing. I politely decline. Whatever they want to see they can see in the privacy of my home at my discretion and if they so desire me to dress in something revealing that is the time I would do such a thing (behind close doors). Ugh. U should come to Memphis sometime. There are some of the most interesting characters dressing up here in our big city. I see so much bling, color, revealing skin, wild haircuts, body piercings, body tattoos, skin that should not be showing etc. However, it is just a part of the life here. I just look the other way when I don't want to look at their body. But I have to wonder what in the hell they are thinking by dressing such a way. I think the most funny is the men that have their pants hanging to their knees. U would not believe how many of these folks we catch because they fall when we chase them. Duh!!! Thank u for visiting my blog.
Miss Stormy Marples t 9:38,
You make a valid point- saying hello to each and every person that walks in would be tiring. I'll be posting PT2 next week and I'll tell you now, my experience was not pretty and I understand after reading your comment why you would shop there after midnight.
That's another look I hate-- guys who wear pants hanging around their knees. Ugh.
My kids (the 19 yr olds) wear those lounge pants in public. It drives me nuts.
I really don't know why we needs greeters in stores. I was going to go into the store anyway those greeters just make me feel uncomfortable.
I do want to clarify. I do believe in self expression. People being who they are. Tattoos, body piercing, etc. I understand that it is people's way of "saying" who they are. And we all are entitled to do what we want. I just want some to cover up a bit more. It is funny to walk into a WalMart at times. And don't u run into people u know when u look a mess cuz u thought u could slip in and out real quick with no one seeing u. Never works out that way.
It's just I don't think some people realize what their body really looks like or what they smell like. Smell is another thing that can gag a person. Body odor is another one of my issues I have with people.
We recently had to discuss this with three employees whom thought "the natural" smell was loved by all. NOT!!! They now wear deodorant. I mean some of us got nauseated by the smell. Management did not know how to approach them. I got a wee bit upset about this because I said if they (the smellers) don't have any concern for our noses then I'm not overly worried about talking to them about hygiene. I try to be nice but I will definitely say something when I feel it warrants some attention. I have told my past boyfriends whom sometimes had to run after criminals or were on several hours of duty before u lay close to me or try to snuggle please go take a shower cuz I can't snuggle with stinky. And do this on ur own cuz if I have to say to u "Go take a shower." I won't feel like kissing u and snuggling u if u did not think enough of my nose or my clean linens. I, myself, try to make sure that I smell nice and fresh before I see a boyfriend. I want him to have fond memories of me being snuggable.
Funny story--once I went to a midnight pharmacy little store after working the Coffeehouse to pick up something. All the cashiers came running over to me. And were sniffing the air. They were like u smell wonderful. I am thinking how can this be. I have been working for 18 hours. However, the coffee smell permeated me plus I normally smell like a cupcake--Vanilla. So I guess I smelled like a cupcake plus some coffee. That is kind of a nice smell. I smell like a bakery.
I have given my coworkers permission to tell me anything that should be told to me as not to embarrass myself later on. Smell, clothing, breath, whatnot. I'd rather hear it from them and take care of such matters than a stranger have to say something to me. Ugh--
I can't wait to read your part two of your story.
Okie dokie--
This will be last long comment for today.
Miss Stormy Marples,
There's seriously something wrong with anyone who thinks that "natural" body odor is perfectly acceptable in public. There's a reason why deodorant was invented.
I go running every morning & one of the places I run past is Subway and early in the morning all you can smell is fresh bread being made.....so heavenly.
Hey you... people have lost their sense of decor, fashion, personal responsibility blah blah blah blah... I have college students that wear their jammy pants to class.
You've been to Carnival down in Rio?? Am I ever jealous!!!
~shoes~
Ha ha this made me chuckle.
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