Once in a blue moon something encouraging happens. Like today.
I know that some of you are aware that I've been fighting a little war with Food Lion over the issue of will they or will they not continue to provide shopping carts. The manager of the Food Lion at 2400 Colley has firmly declared that as long as he's manager, there will be no more carts provided for customers because customers steal them. As of a week ago Saturday the store was down to 17 carts, some of which are inoperable. The only way to shop there was to wait in the parking lot for a cart to come out of the store and then take it back in with you. Well, for me that was the last straw.
I don't have to shop there but I do it in order to support an establishment needed by so many people in the area who have no transportation. In spite of numerous wacko incidents there, in spite of having to wait in line behind people whom Harris Teeter refuses to serve because of their dependence on various forms of entitlement paper, I shop there week after week....but that thing about only 17 carts left was too much.
As a retired person it has been my mission to become a nice little old lady, to give up my bad old ways from the bad old days when I could write a white-hot letter and enjoy the job, could ream a new personal oriface for someone in need of one and not even break a sweat. That, I mean to tell you, is over. Haven't done anything like that since 2003. I even repented. But there was this problem at Food Lion. And I had had it. So back to the salt mine.
I wrote a letter. Then I went through all kinds of remorse. I shouldn't have done it. I should have just made up my mind to accept the fact that the store needed by so many was going to have to go out of business due to idiotic management. So guilty. Oy. At whom did I aim the letter? Food Lion Corporate Headquarters.
OK. Then today I needed to do my usual Friday run for weekend snacks. I decided to go back to Food Lion one more time. Oh, dear. No more carts than there were before. I had to carry around one of those little arm baskets, and it had just one handle. I got my chips, etc, paid, and then in a last ditch thing inspired by an overactive conscience, I asked the checkout girl, "Is the manager here?" I thought that if this was going to be my last time in the store, I wanted to say that to a live person. I'd written a letter, but I should have first have spoken to the recalcitrant manager for myself, eyeball to eyeball. I should not have accepted the word of his underlings.
The girl had a very odd look on her face but said, "The manager is on...um...extended vacation, but the assistant is back in the chips aisle. He's the guy with the bald head."
Lacking a cart, I took my groceries in hand and went on an assistant manager hunt. Finally found him heading away from me and I carolled out, "Yoohoo! Mr. Assistant Manager!"
We shook hands and made nice and then I began to get to my issue. Suddenly, but politely he raised his hand to stop me, "Ma'am. Someone wrote a letter to corporate headquarters and they have ordered 60 new carts for this store whether the manager wants them or not. The new carts were supposed to be here today but they'll surely be here soon and that should take care of the problem."
"Someone wrote a letter to ....." HAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!!!Moral of the story; you may be a little old lady, you may consider yourself sidelined by life, you may not have any of your old gusto but.....
60 new carts. Oh, yes.
I'm encouraged. On behalf of the community, of course. I'm not going to let this seduce me back into my old bad ways. No, no. That is absolutely my last and final white-hot letter. And I guess I can repent again. Now it's absolutely official. I am going to be a nice little old lady. ;D
I know that some of you are aware that I've been fighting a little war with Food Lion over the issue of will they or will they not continue to provide shopping carts. The manager of the Food Lion at 2400 Colley has firmly declared that as long as he's manager, there will be no more carts provided for customers because customers steal them. As of a week ago Saturday the store was down to 17 carts, some of which are inoperable. The only way to shop there was to wait in the parking lot for a cart to come out of the store and then take it back in with you. Well, for me that was the last straw.
I don't have to shop there but I do it in order to support an establishment needed by so many people in the area who have no transportation. In spite of numerous wacko incidents there, in spite of having to wait in line behind people whom Harris Teeter refuses to serve because of their dependence on various forms of entitlement paper, I shop there week after week....but that thing about only 17 carts left was too much.
As a retired person it has been my mission to become a nice little old lady, to give up my bad old ways from the bad old days when I could write a white-hot letter and enjoy the job, could ream a new personal oriface for someone in need of one and not even break a sweat. That, I mean to tell you, is over. Haven't done anything like that since 2003. I even repented. But there was this problem at Food Lion. And I had had it. So back to the salt mine.
I wrote a letter. Then I went through all kinds of remorse. I shouldn't have done it. I should have just made up my mind to accept the fact that the store needed by so many was going to have to go out of business due to idiotic management. So guilty. Oy. At whom did I aim the letter? Food Lion Corporate Headquarters.
OK. Then today I needed to do my usual Friday run for weekend snacks. I decided to go back to Food Lion one more time. Oh, dear. No more carts than there were before. I had to carry around one of those little arm baskets, and it had just one handle. I got my chips, etc, paid, and then in a last ditch thing inspired by an overactive conscience, I asked the checkout girl, "Is the manager here?" I thought that if this was going to be my last time in the store, I wanted to say that to a live person. I'd written a letter, but I should have first have spoken to the recalcitrant manager for myself, eyeball to eyeball. I should not have accepted the word of his underlings.
The girl had a very odd look on her face but said, "The manager is on...um...extended vacation, but the assistant is back in the chips aisle. He's the guy with the bald head."
Lacking a cart, I took my groceries in hand and went on an assistant manager hunt. Finally found him heading away from me and I carolled out, "Yoohoo! Mr. Assistant Manager!"
We shook hands and made nice and then I began to get to my issue. Suddenly, but politely he raised his hand to stop me, "Ma'am. Someone wrote a letter to corporate headquarters and they have ordered 60 new carts for this store whether the manager wants them or not. The new carts were supposed to be here today but they'll surely be here soon and that should take care of the problem."
"Someone wrote a letter to ....." HAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!!!Moral of the story; you may be a little old lady, you may consider yourself sidelined by life, you may not have any of your old gusto but.....
60 new carts. Oh, yes.
I'm encouraged. On behalf of the community, of course. I'm not going to let this seduce me back into my old bad ways. No, no. That is absolutely my last and final white-hot letter. And I guess I can repent again. Now it's absolutely official. I am going to be a nice little old lady. ;D
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good on ya, ahno!!
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