Damaged Goods
So I'm in QFC today and I hear a crash and look to see that a couple of adults are standing in an aisle, with a small child and it looks like the child smashed a jar of food. The adults are standing there smiling and laughing, and their child is laughing too, and one of them says, in a joking voice, "Oops. Clean up on Aisle 4" and they laugh some more and then leave.
Five minutes later, the mess is still there, which tells me this fucktard couple couldn't be bothered to alert anyone actually working there that there was a mess. Nevermind an offer to actually PAY for the damaged item.
Therein lies my irritation: Seems like people used to have the understanding that when you go into the store, all that stuff on the shelves is MERCHANDISE and has a value, and if you break it, you buy it. My dear old mother raised me to have that much ethics. What the fuck is wrong with people these days? Break something and then just have a laugh over it and walk away? Teach your children to go shopping and smash shit up and not care?
Permit me to boast a little: a couple months ago, I accidentally knocked down a container of guacamole, whilst retrieving a container of ranch dip. I took the guacamole to the counter, informed them that I had broken it and that there was a mess, and offered to pay for it. The clerk told me I didn't have to and thanked me for letting him know.
I know this gripe sounds petty but...sometimes these little things count. It's just one of those things that shows you have some conscience about your surroundings, and that you show some respect and make an effort. This wasn't a bunch of angry, tattooed, grubby punks smashing things in QFC. This was a tidy, suburban-ish looking family.
For some reason it reminds me of a time when I was working at Slaveco Insurance Corporation, and, on the 12th floor, there appeared one day, a bunch of dishes on the floor next to the elevators, with a written sign that said, "This isn't a hotel. The conference room is not a restaurant. Clean up your messes."
That was the receptionist of the department on that floor. Apparently there had been a meeting, during which they all had lunch, and they just left their shit in the conference room. She picked it all up and dumped it right out there in the open, half-eaten sandwiches and bowls of soup and whatnot on trays, -where everyone would have to pass by and look at it.
The note disappeared. The mess STAYED there for three days, after which SHE was asked to clean it up and take it down to the cafeteria. She refused and told the manager where it had come from. The manager ended up taking it down. Then came the nasty blanket email. Asses got kicked. It never happened again.
Good for her! But I have to ask myself what the fuck is wrong with these people? These aren't ex-cons or street punks. These are suit-clad middle class yuppies. They had to be told to clean up their fucking lunches? These are supposed to be adults. This is their workplace. How fucking self-involved is that?
Five minutes later, the mess is still there, which tells me this fucktard couple couldn't be bothered to alert anyone actually working there that there was a mess. Nevermind an offer to actually PAY for the damaged item.
Therein lies my irritation: Seems like people used to have the understanding that when you go into the store, all that stuff on the shelves is MERCHANDISE and has a value, and if you break it, you buy it. My dear old mother raised me to have that much ethics. What the fuck is wrong with people these days? Break something and then just have a laugh over it and walk away? Teach your children to go shopping and smash shit up and not care?
Permit me to boast a little: a couple months ago, I accidentally knocked down a container of guacamole, whilst retrieving a container of ranch dip. I took the guacamole to the counter, informed them that I had broken it and that there was a mess, and offered to pay for it. The clerk told me I didn't have to and thanked me for letting him know.
I know this gripe sounds petty but...sometimes these little things count. It's just one of those things that shows you have some conscience about your surroundings, and that you show some respect and make an effort. This wasn't a bunch of angry, tattooed, grubby punks smashing things in QFC. This was a tidy, suburban-ish looking family.
For some reason it reminds me of a time when I was working at Slaveco Insurance Corporation, and, on the 12th floor, there appeared one day, a bunch of dishes on the floor next to the elevators, with a written sign that said, "This isn't a hotel. The conference room is not a restaurant. Clean up your messes."
That was the receptionist of the department on that floor. Apparently there had been a meeting, during which they all had lunch, and they just left their shit in the conference room. She picked it all up and dumped it right out there in the open, half-eaten sandwiches and bowls of soup and whatnot on trays, -where everyone would have to pass by and look at it.
The note disappeared. The mess STAYED there for three days, after which SHE was asked to clean it up and take it down to the cafeteria. She refused and told the manager where it had come from. The manager ended up taking it down. Then came the nasty blanket email. Asses got kicked. It never happened again.
Good for her! But I have to ask myself what the fuck is wrong with these people? These aren't ex-cons or street punks. These are suit-clad middle class yuppies. They had to be told to clean up their fucking lunches? These are supposed to be adults. This is their workplace. How fucking self-involved is that?