Can I Get Some Help Please?

Ok, I know what you are thinking—here we go again, right?  Well, this really did happen, and I am as disappointed as anyone that it occurred again.  On a recent trip to my least favorite store in the world, you know the one with all the smiling faces everywhere, I was once again very aggravated.  On this trip, my beautiful mate had decided that she was not leaving the store without one of the many Februarys specially priced televisions (this is the time when no one buys since Christmas has depleted everyone’s credit cards).

With little objection, as our current TV was definitely on its last legs and could only be viewed from a very dark room, I obliged the urge and began our quest.  Once we arrived at the electronics department of this world-renowned store (gag!), we began casual browsing of the offerings that were displayed all about.  Finally, settling on a few options of size and technological advances we were ready to begin our sales journey with some questions.

We were the only customers in the electronics area and felt that this would be a walk in the park.  Locating a young associate at the counter who was diligently studying some ledger, we had found the help that we needed, only thing left to do now was ask a few questions and close the deal!  Or so we thought.  After a few throat clearing maneuvers designed to awaken even the most comatose of individuals, we almost had to fire a starters pistols in this guy’s ear to get his attention.

Once we had successfully alerted the young man of our presence, we began to ask some questions.  However, our questions seemed to have no meaning to this guy as he appeared totally uninterested in making a sale today.  In fact, at one point, this young individual seemed to be completely blowing us off.  Now, by this time, I have reached the boiling point, but my partner displayed her usual calmness and cool and talked me down.  That is until this young man finally pierced her armor with a condescending jack- ass comment, then she unleashed her ‘Game of Thrones” anger and we had to go to the grocery side of the store and cool off.

Well, eventually we found an employee who was willing to make a sale of a TV with us without trying to totally piss us off.  I have said this several times here on this blog–I get it that corporations really could give a furry-rats ass about me as a customer, but what I don’t get is why other human beings can’t be human.  I realize that this young man is frustrated with his low paying job and with a company who gives even less of a shit about him.  However, I have worked for some asshole people myself, but I have always treated customers like people no matter what.

I think the bigger story here is that we have fewer and fewer choices when we shop today, and it continues to shrink, by the day.  It almost seems like the only choices we now have are the store with the smiling faces or the online bastion with the swooshing dick as a logo (not to mention that the CEO is now the dick-pic king!).  It seems to be never-ending that our shrinking salaries leave us with no option other than being treated like a sack of shit by these corporate douche bags.  I get it that more money means that you are treated like royalty, but for piss sakes, all we are asking is to be treated like is people!

Talk To Ya Later

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