There seems to be a bit much bitter bile flowing here lately. It’s been a bit pent up. So I’ll just dangle a hint about a future post... Do you have any idea how difficult it is to express one’s dissatisfaction (or better yet, rage) in an online survey in 250 characters or less? I had a shopping experience that was worse than the usual WalMart chaos. I am so happy I managed to work my way to the pharmacy counter to present my bona fides so I could buy my 24 generic pseudoephedrine tablets (thanks, meth heads!) The pharmacy receipt had a survey invitation. The receipt from the 50 minute main checkout ‘experience’ had no such thing.
- Yes, I know I shouldn’t be doing these jaunts on the Sabbath.
- Yes, I am aware of all of the evils of WalMart. (I was with my sister when she had to cut WalMart tags off of sweats for my dying father, when he was too weak to get dressed. Smiths may become weak, but some of us don’t yield our principles as easily as I do.)
- Yes, I think it is worthwhile to call the manager on my lunch hours tomorrow. And I won’t forget to mention Ebony, the clerk who was the ultimate example of grace under pressure. The bright light in the whole experience. She should get a medal.