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Closing One Door…

So, I made a simple decision to go to Walmart for groceries after supper with my friend.  We finished up and I headed toward the store shortly before 8pm.  I enjoy going in the evening and it was not bad weather.  It had rained earlier and was warm and nice for Groundhog’s Day.

I spent my usual 50min to a bit over an hour gathering my $87 of groceries that I hoped would do for a couple of weeks.  When I got to the line, there was no one there, just the clerk.  She turned out to be pretty matter-of-fact with little or no sense of humor (no fun there).  I finished putting the bags in the cart.  Two women came up in line after me and began putting their items on the belt.  I slid my card through and … nothing.  I tried again.  The clerk looked at me, kinda bored and like I was, perhaps, a bit dumb, and said, “It’s a chip card.  You have to use the reader.”

She was right, but I had not had to use the reader before.  I stuck the card in the reader and pulled it out.

“Transaction cancelled,”  The machine blared back.

“You have to leave the card in the reader,”  Miss bored-and-staring said.

I complied.  We tried the transaction again.

“Do you want money back?”  I clicked cancel like I always did to switch to credit.

“Transaction cancelled,” the stupid computer replied.

“It cancelled on me,” I told Miss bored.

“We will try again.”  Good…

“Transaction cancelled.”  I was growing a bit impatient…so were the two ladies.

The bored clerk decided SHE had to come to my rescue and walked around the counter to me.

We sat the card back up and “Do you want money back?”

“Last time I clicked ‘Cancel’ to go to credit and it cancelled.”  I looked at Miss B

She stared at me and clicked “Cancel”.

“Transaction cancelled.”  Well, at least I felt a bit justified.

“You will have to use it as a debit.”

“I have never used it as a debit before.  I just did this last week.”  She reset it once more.  The ladies were impatiently being patient.

This time I clicked “Yes,” but did not enter any amount.  It just reset the screen and stared at me.

What could I do but press “Cancel?”

“Transaction cancelled.”  Even I was growing impatient.

“You will have to use it as a debit and enter your pin.”

“I don’t even know my pin!” I said with exasperation.  Miss B looked at me as if I was a dummy.

“You will have to call a supervisor up. I have never had to do this before.”  Miss B shrugged.

The supervisor was very early 20s.  I felt like I was back in school teaching.

I explained and she sighed.

“We just switched the machines over last week to the readers.  If the bank set the card up as debit you will have to enter your pin.”

At least, now, I understood why.  “I don’t know my pin.”

“I am sorry.”  She looked at me as if I could pull that pin number out of the air.

“Well, here are your groceries.  I can’t pay for them.  You will have to put them back.  I will be calling corporate and I won’t be back here again.”  I was tired and done with the attitudes.

“Sure.  Sorry.”  Said the youngster.  Miss B just looked at me.

I walked out and drove over to Meijer’s.  It was 8:48pm.  I grabbed a cart and went straight to the checkout.

The woman was nice, not still in diapers, and listened as I explained.  She didn’t even cringe when I said the “W” word.

“We haven’t set up our readers yet, so you will be fine.”

“What about after you do?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well, I will know my pin by then and I am still not going back to that other place now.”

She smiled a knowing smile.

I collected, basically, the same groceries and went through the checkout.  Other than the fact that is was about 8-10% more, there was no incidence and my experience there was fine.

However, when I went to the car, it was raining so hard, I stopped and just laughed.  I blamed Walmart for each and every drop that pounded me and my plastic bags as I loaded them into the car and drove home wet as a, well, wet dog.

At home, it was still raining so hard, I decided to wait it out.  I sat in my car from around 10pm-11:30pm and played on my tablet.  It stopped raining around 11, but I continued playing, too tired to get out of the car.

When I did, it was nice weather again.  I unloaded the car, put the groceries away, and changed out of the wet clothes.

I have always stood by Walmart because of prices and variety.  I am done with them.  I buy many things online now and Meijer’s will do for the rest.

Namaste,

Scott

You don’t want to WHAT?!!!

I went to Indy today to see my stroke therapist.  I see her about every 3 months.  She was pleased with my progress and my acceptance of the way things are.  I am upbeat, outgoing, and moving around a bit, trying new things, and adjusting well.  But, you all knew that already.  I have blogged about it all year and last year!  So, that’s not what this is about.  It’s about what happened after that.

I stopped and ate at Cracker Barrel (My treat when I drive all that way and back), then headed back to Anderson.  When I got there, I decided to stop in at Wally Mart (that’s Wal-Mart to the uninitiated).  I picked up a few things (more than I meant to – lol), one of those being several packages of high fiber, low carb nutty crunch breakfast bars from Kellogg (which were on sale and had 50 cents off stickers on each package!).

I gathered my things and went to the checkout area.  Now, normally, I am getting all my groceries and have 30-40 items.  This means the long checkout lanes, people.  However, here, I only had 16-18 items and the “less than 20 items” lines were calling my name.  No, not over the intercom, just in my head…

Anyway, I looked.  There are 6 of those lines and 4 had cashiers!  Two had fairly long lines (3+ people), one had two, and the one closest to me had 1!!!  I jumped on that one.  The man in front of me who was walking upright, thin, less than 70, and seemingly intelligent was unloading the last of his items.  I looked, stopped, looked again.  He had, at least, 4 bags in the cart, 2 on the unloading area, and the cashier was ringing up his last 4-6 items.  Now, I know that I only taught middle school math and my math scores on the SAT were only in the top 2% of Ball State Students, but…I knew there were more than 20 items there!

I waited; he took his time.  I waited; he didn’t say anything to me.  I waited; the cashier didn’t say anything to me.

I let him get out of earshot and said, “20 items?!”

She smiled, shook her head and said, “No, 42.”

I looked at her and said, “Do you have to check them out when they have that many?”

“Yes,” she said, sighing just a bit.

“Why do you even have the lines then?”

“That’s what I keep asking.”

“So, they don’t want to make anyone upset?”

“Yes.”

I couldn’t help myself.  “Well, I am upset that I have to pay for my groceries.  Can I have them free?”

She just looked at me.  I smiled, paid, and left.

Now, to his credit, I saw the man in the parking lot and he walked all the way back into the store to return his cart.  That’s the only credit I will give him.

However, I can’t really blame him.  Why not do it if no one will stop you?  How is it really his problem if he tries something and the store who makes the stupid rule doesn’t enforce it?  It makes me angry because I don’t go through the lines if I am more than 1-2 items over and then it is usually an oversight.

It makes me smile now because I sent out a forward today that said,

“The only reason for someone to hate you is because they want to be just like you.”

Hmm, yes, I want to be like him.  In fact, so that I don’t get angry anymore, I will up my limit to 25 items before choosing the other line.  That’ll teach ’em!

Got any store pet peeves? Here’s my top list:

1)  leaving carts in the lanes of the parking lots or in spaces.

2)  more than 22 or so items in the “20 or less” lanes.

3)  parking your shopping cart in the middle of the aisle while walking up and down the aisle to shop.

4)  opening packages to “sniff” or check for freshness, then putting them back on the shelf.

5)  putting spoilables (fruit, eggs, milk, etc…) on regular aisles instead of returning them.

6)  holding a conversation in the middle of the aisle so that it is blocked.

7)  walking in the “out” or out the “in” doors when someone is going the correct way and not stepping out of the way for them to pass.

8)  cutting line

9)  ***when a service rep ignores a customer in order to talk on the phone or some other task without even acknowledging they are there.

10)  two or three people walking side by side down an aisle and getting upset because you are trying to move your cart down the right side and they have to move.

Namaste,

Scott

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