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| - i do. i like this county market. however... the last few times i've gone in for staples... the cashiers made me want to never.... shop there.... again.
my first experience was uncomfortable. this checker was obviously angry at her employers and was not shy about letting the whole store know it. the entire time she checked my groceries, she was bitching to other employees who were cashiering... OTHER LANES. loudly she complained about a pregnant employee who was not doing what she should be, and also about another employee who was "always leaving." it was so uncomfortable for me. as she checked my groceries, she practically threw them down the checkout lane to the guy bagging. she barely looked at me and didn't even tell me my total. i looked up when i realized she was done checking, and saw the total. i slid my credit card in a hurry, so i could just get out of there.
on another trip, the SAME cashier talked about her work place woes as she checked my order. nooooo.... she wasn't talking to me about it. she was talking to the other 2 people checking. you know... across the store. i understood, at that point, that this lady has a style, and it will never be confused with professional.
the next trip i took to county market, i saw the offending checker of the last few times, and decided to try someone new. i even took the extra measure to dawdle looking at bread like i had all day waiting for her lane to fill up and another lane to open. as soon as a lane opened, i pounced. i was greeted kindly. my order was being checked... and then... the checker made a point to tell me about the things i was buying that she would neither EVER eat, or that grossed her out on sight. she explained to me that the noodles i bought looked "gross" and that she was never one for the "healthy sugar" because it just doesn't taste right. she doesn't know how anyone can eat it. "healthy" eating didn't seem to be her forte at all, as she launched into a great monolog about her love for sweet and low and cheetos. she bagged up my groceries, all the while telling me that she just couldn't "get over" what some people ate these days. i told her, "me neither. i wouldn't eat cheetos if someone paid me."
vegan elitist? yeah. maybe.
but damn, county market. c'mon. you're better than that.
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