There is something about our local supermarket that causes my blood pressure to skyrocket.
It’s an unpleasant business to shop there. Their bakery and produce are poor compared to their competitors, and their deli staff are consistently nasty and snotty.
Plus, there is something about the overall feel of the place that is depressing, even a little tawdry.
As bad as retail generally is, I think it must be toughest to work in the grocery biz, especially if you’re a manager. For one thing, it seems easy to make mistakes that have hideous consequences, like customers getting sick because you sold them perishables beyond their time or some poisonous food additive from China.
Sympathy for the plight of workers aside, at quarter to nine last night, I stood in line at the service desk for over ten minutes trying to get a refund that the cashier at the checkout should have been able to issue, but couldn’t because of the store’s stupid rules.
I had to wait for numerous transactions that had nothing to do with the actual selling of food or sundries, including the endless processing of an overseas money order.
I’ve been shopping at that place for years because it’s convenient, but in the context of money being life energy and life being too short, don’t think I’ll be going back there again.