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I went shopping with my wife tonight and had a couple interesting encounters with the staff.
Isn't that a good thing?
I have recently discovered I am allergic to the protein in products made from cow's milk. The lack of butter is tough, though there are plenty of substitutes that work. But cheese. Oh, my glorious cheese, why hast thou forsaken me?!?
Fortunately, I can still have goat cheese. Huzzah! And Ye Olde Grocery Shoppe carries not only normal goat cheese but a variety of goat cheddar (!!!) which, to me, is basically indistinguishable from normal cheddar but for a slight hint of 'goatiness' as my wife calls it. I don't mind it at all, but we're of two minds on that one.
Tonight, I noticed the goat cheddar slot was empty when I tried to grab some. I went up to the deli counter to ask when it would be restocked.
Me: Excuse me, I was wondering when you will have the goat cheddar back in stock. Is there a normal delivery day for it so I can know when to come back?
Cheese Dude: Oh, uh, nope. I don't think we're going to get more back at all.
Me: *I haz a sad* Really? It seemed popular. Is it something I could special order? Is there a minimum amount for doing so?
Cheese Dude: Well, I don't want to order more because every time we get some it sells out in a few days and we have to place another order. It's really annoying. I don't want to do special orders because then people will just want order more and buy it. You're like the third person tonight to ask for it, so I'll add some to next week's order, I guess. *walks away into the back*
Me: It sells out every time you get it and this is bad?
Clean up, but only liquids:
As we continued through the store, we got into an aisle where someone had spilled a bunch of animal crackers on the floor. And other people had clearly just been walking right through the spill, grinding them into dust. WTF, people, WTF.
Since I had to get lottery tickets anyway, I went up to the customer service desk to do so and report the spill. She called it out over the PA while running my tickets.
When I get back to the aisle to meet up with my wife, I see one of the clerks literally standing with his feet straddling the cookies with a rag and a bottle of cleaning spray. He asks two other customers nearby where the spill is located and what they spilled. They just shake their heads and walk away.
Clerk: *shouting to the woman at the service desk* Hey, there's no spill, didn't you say aisle 9?
Me: Um, dude, I the one who reported it. It's the crackers right there in the middle of the aisle by your feet.
Clerk: Crackers? Yeah, I saw those. But they're not a spill, so I can't wipe it up with a rag.
Me: So, dustpan and a broom, maybe?
Clerk: But clean ups have to be done with a rag!
Me: Tell you what, I'll just go speak to a manager about it, then.
Clerk: FINE! I'll use the broom, but that's not a CLEAN up, it's a SWEEP up! She *pointing at service desk* said clean up. *storms off*
I look at the woman at the service desk, we both exchange
and move on with our lives. I did swing back after we got to the end of the next aisle to see the clerk had showed with a broom and dustpan to clean up the crackers. He appeared to be muttering to himself the whole time. Probably because cleaning & sweeping are two very different activities. 
Isn't that a good thing?
I have recently discovered I am allergic to the protein in products made from cow's milk. The lack of butter is tough, though there are plenty of substitutes that work. But cheese. Oh, my glorious cheese, why hast thou forsaken me?!?
Fortunately, I can still have goat cheese. Huzzah! And Ye Olde Grocery Shoppe carries not only normal goat cheese but a variety of goat cheddar (!!!) which, to me, is basically indistinguishable from normal cheddar but for a slight hint of 'goatiness' as my wife calls it. I don't mind it at all, but we're of two minds on that one.
Tonight, I noticed the goat cheddar slot was empty when I tried to grab some. I went up to the deli counter to ask when it would be restocked.
Me: Excuse me, I was wondering when you will have the goat cheddar back in stock. Is there a normal delivery day for it so I can know when to come back?
Cheese Dude: Oh, uh, nope. I don't think we're going to get more back at all.
Me: *I haz a sad* Really? It seemed popular. Is it something I could special order? Is there a minimum amount for doing so?
Cheese Dude: Well, I don't want to order more because every time we get some it sells out in a few days and we have to place another order. It's really annoying. I don't want to do special orders because then people will just want order more and buy it. You're like the third person tonight to ask for it, so I'll add some to next week's order, I guess. *walks away into the back*
Me: It sells out every time you get it and this is bad?
Clean up, but only liquids:
As we continued through the store, we got into an aisle where someone had spilled a bunch of animal crackers on the floor. And other people had clearly just been walking right through the spill, grinding them into dust. WTF, people, WTF.
Since I had to get lottery tickets anyway, I went up to the customer service desk to do so and report the spill. She called it out over the PA while running my tickets.
When I get back to the aisle to meet up with my wife, I see one of the clerks literally standing with his feet straddling the cookies with a rag and a bottle of cleaning spray. He asks two other customers nearby where the spill is located and what they spilled. They just shake their heads and walk away.
Clerk: *shouting to the woman at the service desk* Hey, there's no spill, didn't you say aisle 9?
Me: Um, dude, I the one who reported it. It's the crackers right there in the middle of the aisle by your feet.
Clerk: Crackers? Yeah, I saw those. But they're not a spill, so I can't wipe it up with a rag.
Me: So, dustpan and a broom, maybe?
Clerk: But clean ups have to be done with a rag!
Me: Tell you what, I'll just go speak to a manager about it, then.
Clerk: FINE! I'll use the broom, but that's not a CLEAN up, it's a SWEEP up! She *pointing at service desk* said clean up. *storms off*
I look at the woman at the service desk, we both exchange
and move on with our lives. I did swing back after we got to the end of the next aisle to see the clerk had showed with a broom and dustpan to clean up the crackers. He appeared to be muttering to himself the whole time. Probably because cleaning & sweeping are two very different activities.
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