If I go to an ice cream parlor, I make them swear not to sing at me before I tip them, or I don't tip. I love music, I hate people being forced to sing embarassing and stupid songs at me.
If someone decided to comment on my purchases at a store, particularly in that manner, I'd be really uncomfortable. (What would you guys shout if the person was buying condoms?)
Gonna agree with you there, but it hasn't stopped me from shopping at TJ's (for the frozen fish, mostly). It discourages me from tipping at ColdStone (counter-productive, imo). I don't understand why people at places like this think that having the customers stand and exchange unsure glaces awkwardly while you sing or say your thing or whatever is "fun."
They do the yelling stuff about random things. Liek for new customers, they'll ring a bell and announce that you're new and all the staff will cheer...it depends on when you go, I guess. They change their antics up every so often.
The mushrooms are just the first of many, apparently. I guess it was the first one that he thought of; the "fun guy" pun is one of the oldest ones in the book.
About my anarchism: I'm not against organization; I'm against government. To be specific, I'm an anarcho-capitalist. I'm against being forced to give my money to a power that will squander it and try to convince me that it's all for the best. I'm against arbitrary rules for behavior backed by violence. I'm for private enterprise, the freedom for people to choose their employers, the freedom for employers to choose their staff, the freedom of both to negotiate terms of employment, and the freedom for customers to choose who gets their money.
So this added term I might just have to suck up, because the pay, the benefits, and the early shifts are nice. But, hopefully, I'll convince management that this might encourage shoppers to exercise their freedom to shop elsewhere.
I honestly don't find the customers in Chapel Hill to be uptight overall, or with much of a sense of entitlement. Most of them are rather friendly, and gracious.
I miss my old Ralphs. It was set up in just such a way that I could walk in the left door, make one circle around the outside of the store, grab everything I needed for the week, and be out in 10 minutes. Heck, I even knew the store manager and the helpers by first name.
Then the store closed. Now I have to drive an extra 7 miles to a store that is more crowded, less organized, and doesn't always have what I need. Or drive 5 miles to a store that is more expensive, or drive 3 miles to the local Trader Joes, which is in the rich part of town, so instead of edible cheese, they have stuff that comes out of a goats arse. Plus it's more expensive.
Which is ironic as Joe was a big donor to the nonprofit I used to work at. My exec always hated it when I mentioned shopping at Ralphs.
There's a fine line between friendly chatter and awkward. Asking if someone is thirsty when they buy 4 6 packs is one thing. Asking if they're headed to Tijuana when you buy a set of condoms- that crosses the line.
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If someone decided to comment on my purchases at a store, particularly in that manner, I'd be really uncomfortable. (What would you guys shout if the person was buying condoms?)
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About my anarchism: I'm not against organization; I'm against government. To be specific, I'm an anarcho-capitalist. I'm against being forced to give my money to a power that will squander it and try to convince me that it's all for the best. I'm against arbitrary rules for behavior backed by violence. I'm for private enterprise, the freedom for people to choose their employers, the freedom for employers to choose their staff, the freedom of both to negotiate terms of employment, and the freedom for customers to choose who gets their money.
So this added term I might just have to suck up, because the pay, the benefits, and the early shifts are nice. But, hopefully, I'll convince management that this might encourage shoppers to exercise their freedom to shop elsewhere.
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Then the store closed. Now I have to drive an extra 7 miles to a store that is more crowded, less organized, and doesn't always have what I need. Or drive 5 miles to a store that is more expensive, or drive 3 miles to the local Trader Joes, which is in the rich part of town, so instead of edible cheese, they have stuff that comes out of a goats arse. Plus it's more expensive.
Which is ironic as Joe was a big donor to the nonprofit I used to work at. My exec always hated it when I mentioned shopping at Ralphs.
There's a fine line between friendly chatter and awkward. Asking if someone is thirsty when they buy 4 6 packs is one thing. Asking if they're headed to Tijuana when you buy a set of condoms- that crosses the line.
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Gih. Sorry. I hope your complaint works.
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