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| - This is less a review of Target and more of the service. This location has all the bells & whistles of every other remodeled store - i.e. fresh foods, freezers, modern design. But what the others don't have (ok, some probably do) is an old black woman who rules her lane with an iron fist. This woman was telling customers what to do as she worked diligently to maintain her lane's beauty. The octogenarian in front of us was perplexed when the cashier took her items off the belt, but she told her it was to clean it off. We then stood by while this woman instructed everyone to keep items off the belt while she ran a moist towel over it again and again and again.
Then, once she was done, the elderly woman in front of us reached for some gum while the belt was still moving. The cashier thought she was reaching for a plastic bumper to place on the belt so it would stop moving. She quickly snapped, "Don't put that down there, ma'am. Just stop." The old woman looked perplexed. "Am I doing something wrong?", she sheepishly inquired. The cashier said nothing.
After I was allowed to place my things on the belt, she instructed the woman behind me to do put her things down as well. She then collected all our purchases into small piles near her register, leaving the belt empty. The guy two people behind me started to unload.
"Sir, stop. Put it on the belt."
He looked confused; everything WAS going on the belt. He started removing things when the woman tersely shot back with "the basket, sir. Yes, just put the basket down on the belt and leave it alone." His face reverted back 15 years, and he looked like a parent had just scolded him.
I grabbed my things and fled. As I hit the exit, I could still hear her barking orders. I'll bet she comes in every day and uses the same register, so she feels like she owns it. Her attitude made me feel like I was shopping in her home. A bit Hitler-esque? Yes, but since I wasn't in her crosshairs it made for some amusing viewing.
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