Dear Uninterested Stock-Girl,
I get it. You're bored. So bored, in fact, that when I ask you where the raisins are you have to suck in your breath, narrow your eyes at me, and say in a tone I can only assume is unequivocal exasperation, "I'm not sure. I guess I can go ask someone for you" at which point you stomp off to ask another clueless employee.
The next time an exhausted mother with a cranky toddler asks you to actually *do your job*, please remember this simple rule: As an employee of the nations largest retail chain, it is your duty to get up off your lazy a$$ and work for the money they pay you. I don't care if you are hungover from a night of youthful indiscretions. For the love of Pete, I JUST WANT TO KNOW WHERE THE F-ING RAISINS ARE!!!!
Yours,
The Mom With The Screaming Kid Shooting You Dirty Looks
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2 comments:
That is so funny! I've found that there is no customer service anywhere these days! I would have gone off on the girl and then would have found the manager. I'm sick of people with bad attitudes and have no patience for them. Maybe because my kids use up all my patience and then some.
Wow, we are more alike that I first thought. I could have written this. Alas, I have found a long lost sista that I never knew I had.
Ya got me on this one thought, I DO MISS WAL-MART and Target but I haven't actually lived where there was a Target for the past 18 years.........
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