Geez! What do we have to do to have someone pay attention to us?
I decided to buy groceries. I know… stupid thing to do though I figured eating might be a good idea in order to keep my girlish figure intact. Fortunately, this menial task was at the end of my shopping foray into town.
After wandering the store with a grumbling belly (bad idea to shop for food on an empty stomach) and picking up all the items on the list provided by Cally, I made my way to the check-out. I stuck to the list pretty well for a hungry little bear. Then I approached the check-out lanes. Excellent! An empty lane!
I really should know better sometimes.
While I unloaded my basket of goodies, the wee girlie was chatting with a boy. I would like to reiterate at this point that I should have reloaded my basket and gone to another check-out. So, the high school cheer person and the local jock strap are conversing and I decide that her focus should be on me, the customer. It seemed like the right thing since I was the one with the money to pay her salary so she and the boy wonder could go have a cherry coke together after detention. I stepped between the two to break the sight line.
As I moved between them, I noticed someone before me had left their Air Miles card on the counter. For those who don’t know, Air Miles is a points collection outfit where the consumer (me) can collect points at various retail outlets and redeem those points for goodies or flight or something. I don’t have enough points yet to know what I can get.
The conversation went something like this.
Girlie: Do you got a Air Miles? (English must not be her first language.)
Me: Yes. Oh! Someone left their Air Miles card behind. (Hands card to chicklet.) You might want to return that.
Girlie: I’ll take it to the customer thing.
Me: And here’s my card.
Girlie: (scans the other person’s card, puts the card aside, tries to scan my card then looks at me with doe eyes.) Huh. It don’t work for your card.
Me: Yeah, I know. You just gave my points to someone else. Merry Christmas to them. (I slid my card back into my wallet.
At this point she looked at me like a moose in the headlights. Basically, she didn’t give a crap. I didn’t bother fighting it. Besides, she had already turned my lemon meringue pie on its side. I didn’t want her to become further flustered with the hot roasted chicken and frozen peas still trundling down the belt.
I don’t remember being that distracted when I was younger. Distracted by girls… yes. Distracted at work… no. In fact, I don’t recall any of my bosses allowing girls hanging around unless they were buying something.
Has service become this bad? Maybe it’s the younger generation with their short attention span. Then again, I do recall my parents and other elders thinking I had lost my marbles by wearing skin tight jeans and long hair. (My long hair made me look like a used Q-Tip.)
Maybe I should just expect less of the younger generation.
It is very much beyond my comprehension how they are able to maintain their employment ,never mind how they were able to obtain the job in the first place.
The lackadaisical mentality towards their jobs and lack of ethics or responsibility really irks me.When I had my store I would suspended anyone that treated a customer in a manner that was not appropriate.
In words “Your there to work,Not socialize”
~Gasp~
Someone other than me expects manners from a teenager?
I’m a suspicious old broad… I wonder… is it possible that the Air Miles card belonged to either her or her beau she was bent on flirting with? (Told you, I’m a suspicious old broad)
Geez! I didn’t even think of that, Ely. Sneaky little prat!
I often wonder if teens are really worse or if it’s our perspective. More likely I just keep bumping into the ones that I am not fond of. *sigh*