There is the sweetest, nicest person who is at the door of our local Sam's Club. She's an older lady, with salt and pepper hair, and her name is Edith. It's her job to check that incoming people have a Sam's Club card and if they don't, she sends them to the membership desk. It's her job.
Yesterday, I came in and said "Hi" and then as I was getting my ID out of my purse, said "You need to see my card."
She replied, "Only if you want to show it to me."
I thought that was odd and asked her why she said that.
The answer was: "I'm so tired of being yelled at, cursed at, and spit at every time I ask customers for this that I'm not asking anymore."
I didn't witness the yelling or cursing or spitting, but damn why are people so nasty? This is one of the sweetest people ever, and she's just doing her job.
I went to the snack bar and bought her a Coke. She seemed really happy to get it.
I should have asked her if she had the power to ban the spitters from the store.
Yesterday, I came in and said "Hi" and then as I was getting my ID out of my purse, said "You need to see my card."
She replied, "Only if you want to show it to me."
I thought that was odd and asked her why she said that.
The answer was: "I'm so tired of being yelled at, cursed at, and spit at every time I ask customers for this that I'm not asking anymore."
I didn't witness the yelling or cursing or spitting, but damn why are people so nasty? This is one of the sweetest people ever, and she's just doing her job.
I went to the snack bar and bought her a Coke. She seemed really happy to get it.
I should have asked her if she had the power to ban the spitters from the store.
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