First stop is to Target to grab a couple of silly things for my family. Right away I should have known to turn around. The parking lot was fairly full and thanks to the recent dump of snow, many of the spots were unparkable. I pulled into a spot and another car pulled in next to me…Bang!...their door opens right into mine. Not a big deal really. I understand that things happen, but what got me was that they just got out and began walking towards the store like I wasn’t even standing there. I am not looking for some big drama or anything, but an “I’m sorry” would go a long way.
In the store now and they are taking out the Valentines items and putting up gardening and Easter so some of the isles are filled with carts full of merchandise to be put out. No big deal, they have a job to do. As I am coming out of one such isle a woman on her cell phone runs right into me. I quickly apologized, though I really didn’t do anything, and all I got in return was a glare that would raise the dead…and back to her conversation. Deep breath…don’t let silly things get to me…..
Up at the register I place my things on the belt and say “Good morning” to the cashier. No reply, just a scowl. As she is scanning my merchandise she gets to a print cartridge that is locked in one of those plastic cases. She heaves a big sigh, like I asked her for a kidney, and announces to the woman behind me that she has to call someone to take the lock box off so it will be a while. Rather than continue scanning, she stands there tapping her foot and holding the print cartridge waiting for the magic key. Finally it arrives and my cartridge is free from its prison. Now, before someone jumps in telling me maybe they were having a bad day or their fish just died; I understand having a bad day but it seems to me that there are so many people that work retail jobs that are just miserable. I’ve worked with the public and understand that it can be rough, but to look like you are in front of a firing squad when a customer says hello…well…get over it!
Bottom line, all I wanted to do was go home. Why this rant? Well, I was raised by an old fashioned woman that demanded politeness from me….please, thank you, excuse me we not reserved for company but were expected at all times. Now that I am raising my own children, I expect no less from them. My oldest son is great for holding doors at the store or picking up a dropped object for a stranger. He allows adults to pass him in the isle and says thank you to the cashier. It doesn’t take any thought from him; it is just the way I expect him to be. Maybe a few others could take a cue from a child and the world would be a much more pleasant place to live.