So my mom's a diabetic, so I'm in Walgreen's a lot to pick up her associated supplies. I'm also a whore for cherry flavored Slushies, so I can take care of both needs in one stop.
I went in today after work and went to the counter to pay for my flavored-ice goodness and I noticed a new cashier at the checkout. I have a habit of looking at the name tag when I come across a new employee at stores I frequent, which led me to having a George Costanza moment wondering if this girl thought I was staring at her boobs.
Anyway, I get back to the car and while arraigning everything I noticed at the top of the receipt it says "My name is *NAME*, thank you for allowing me to serve you today".
OK, two things here:
1. The cashier's name was in all caps in that "obviously inserted by a program" style that kills the personal service vibe they were going for.
2. "Thank you for allowing me to serve you"? I'm paying for a Slushie here, not making a selection at a brothel.
So yeah, thanks Walgreen's for weirding me out just because I walked to a checkout and had someone ring up my purchase.
I went in today after work and went to the counter to pay for my flavored-ice goodness and I noticed a new cashier at the checkout. I have a habit of looking at the name tag when I come across a new employee at stores I frequent, which led me to having a George Costanza moment wondering if this girl thought I was staring at her boobs.
Anyway, I get back to the car and while arraigning everything I noticed at the top of the receipt it says "My name is *NAME*, thank you for allowing me to serve you today".
OK, two things here:
1. The cashier's name was in all caps in that "obviously inserted by a program" style that kills the personal service vibe they were going for.
2. "Thank you for allowing me to serve you"? I'm paying for a Slushie here, not making a selection at a brothel.
So yeah, thanks Walgreen's for weirding me out just because I walked to a checkout and had someone ring up my purchase.
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