I went to the grocery store with my mother yesterday, and I got doubles: an SC and an SE (Stupid Employee!):
SC:
I went to Customer Service to return something for my mom while she was shopping. While I was standing in line I hear a child (probably 1.5 years) screaming from the front entrance of the store. Thanks God that screeching isn't coming from over here, I think . . . all too soon. Apparently it is the child of a man standing in line at Customer Service! She and her mother soon come into view, and I see that the mother is doing bupkis to calm her. Well, I take that back. She tried to show her a pink backpack on clearance, and when that didn't work, she just stood there. The sound is near-deafening and the Customer Service people are having to scream over the sound. Other customers were staring (some glaring) at these two for not trying to quiet the girl. Seriously, it's ok to lecture in the grocery store! Just don't beat the child and you're ok. The mother was doing a very good job of avoiding everybody's glares though; I have to give her that.
SE:
As we were leaving, I started heading towards the end of the store that we had come in from, but Mom stopped me and told me to go through the other way. (A little background: my mom works for Hospice, a group that admits terminally ill people into their care until death.) This is the conversation that ensued:
me: We came in from that way.
Mom: I know, but I'm avoiding somebody.
me: ??? Who?
Mom: The greeter.
me: . . . there's a greeter over here too . . .
Mom: Yeah, but this greeter hasn't had her husband admitted into Hospice before. The one over there . . . her husband was on Hospice twice and has been let off twice, and every time I come to the store and see her she has to corner me and talk to me for 20 minutes about how her husband is doing. You know what? If he's not on Hospice anymore, I don't really care! Can't she see that I have a cartful of groceries that I need to get home? Either put him on Hospice or don't talk to me!
Now, my mom is a very sweet woman (otherwise she wouldn't be working for Hospice), so this has had to have happened many times for her to be this adamant about avoiding her.
SC:
I went to Customer Service to return something for my mom while she was shopping. While I was standing in line I hear a child (probably 1.5 years) screaming from the front entrance of the store. Thanks God that screeching isn't coming from over here, I think . . . all too soon. Apparently it is the child of a man standing in line at Customer Service! She and her mother soon come into view, and I see that the mother is doing bupkis to calm her. Well, I take that back. She tried to show her a pink backpack on clearance, and when that didn't work, she just stood there. The sound is near-deafening and the Customer Service people are having to scream over the sound. Other customers were staring (some glaring) at these two for not trying to quiet the girl. Seriously, it's ok to lecture in the grocery store! Just don't beat the child and you're ok. The mother was doing a very good job of avoiding everybody's glares though; I have to give her that.
SE:
As we were leaving, I started heading towards the end of the store that we had come in from, but Mom stopped me and told me to go through the other way. (A little background: my mom works for Hospice, a group that admits terminally ill people into their care until death.) This is the conversation that ensued:
me: We came in from that way.
Mom: I know, but I'm avoiding somebody.
me: ??? Who?
Mom: The greeter.
me: . . . there's a greeter over here too . . .
Mom: Yeah, but this greeter hasn't had her husband admitted into Hospice before. The one over there . . . her husband was on Hospice twice and has been let off twice, and every time I come to the store and see her she has to corner me and talk to me for 20 minutes about how her husband is doing. You know what? If he's not on Hospice anymore, I don't really care! Can't she see that I have a cartful of groceries that I need to get home? Either put him on Hospice or don't talk to me!
Now, my mom is a very sweet woman (otherwise she wouldn't be working for Hospice), so this has had to have happened many times for her to be this adamant about avoiding her.
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