tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425560453110615838.post1439953801955220778..comments2023-10-08T09:19:13.181-05:00Comments on The Mean Mom: Dear Target employees: shut upThe Mean Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14276390841338909101noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425560453110615838.post-22071781212848346092017-11-23T01:03:41.280-06:002017-11-23T01:03:41.280-06:00This comment has been removed by the author.harada57https://www.blogger.com/profile/06015023155124017905noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425560453110615838.post-78768258877491202562015-01-13T21:17:13.241-06:002015-01-13T21:17:13.241-06:00I don't consider myself an unfriendly, sociall...I don't consider myself an unfriendly, socially inept type, but I despise, with the white-hot intensity of a thousand suns, idle banter with retail employees, and just about anybody I don't know, but who inquires about my weekend, asks me "is it still snowing out there?" or comments on items I'm purchasing. This is one reason I no longer bank at Wells Fargo (although there are about 100 other reasons for that). I love Target, but I am noticing outages of products I need (Coffeemate Peppermint Mocha Creamer), and an overabundance of people asking me if I'm finding what I need. I also have a cashier I avoid like the plague - and my daughter helps me avoid her line at all costs, lest I get caught up in the crazy talk.<br />ALSO - never enough lanes open! I usually take my few purchases to the service desk because I can't abide the wait (lengthened by the small talk going on). There, some bright bulb ALWAYS asks me if I'm purchasing today. And one of these days, I'm going to say, "No, I'm returning this bread, cheese and gallon of milk, so I can go buy them at Wal-Mart where I won't get chatted to death!"Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18226604232363638712noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425560453110615838.post-79011684311073857212015-01-13T19:06:54.559-06:002015-01-13T19:06:54.559-06:00I think I wrote this! Seriously. This post is the ...I think I wrote this! Seriously. This post is the exact conversation going on inside my head (in a healthy, non-psychotic way, of course) EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. When it gets to be too much at Target, I whip out my phone and start texting my friends about what is going on ("They just put four items in 56 bags!"). Why? Because it forces me not to say something I would regret, and because it drives the cashiers NUTS when you text while checking out. Oh, and it also keeps them from having that long, inappropriate conversation as they shame me about your grocery purchase ("You must be having a party tonight or "I wish I could eat cookies but they're just too fattening"...I always wonder, though, how they'd comment if I only had a box of tampons). And BTW, and the employee I avoid is the Obama-hating, racist cashier. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com