Went to the spawn of Sam Walton today and enjoyed it about as much as getting my gums scraped. Hannah had received a gift card for her birthday from there and I promised her we could go today. I'm sorry if this offends those of you who like that place but I truly can not stand it. I guess one of my biggest issues with the place (after trying to find a parking spot & buggy) is trying to get someone to answer a question or help you find something. You'd think that an employee might ask once in a while "Can I help you?" Instead, if I look around they are scurrying out of sight or saying "sorry, not my department" and then making a run for it. Gary always tells me to start stuffing items in my pocket and someone will be there real quick! I hate the bagging carousels that they put the stuff in and spin to get the next empty bag. I'm trying to take the full bags off and they are spinning the fucking thing out of my reach. If I don't take the bags off, I get the stink-eye from Cassie cashier as she flings my stuff at me. Drives me nuts. I'm forever fighting the tiny aisles with my buggy, smashing into stuff or other people. I spend half my time in there saying 'excuse me' or 'oh, I'm sorry'. The only saving grace for this store is that the fishing department is always decent and we get Hannah's glasses at the Vision Center. The commercials on tv for this place make me so mad, because they make it look like a great place to go. Maybe we just have the world's most unfriendly one.
However, at the other place they have these bright, red phones around the store. If you need help, pick one up and a real person, Mr. Nice Voice asks "How can I help you?" So, I say "oh, ah... um ... sorry to bother you but I am looking for the Q-tips? I thought they might be near the baby stuff? Can you help me?" Mr. Nice Voice says, "Stay there ma'am. An associate will be right over to help you!" Suddenly, over the loud speaker I hear General George Patton.
"ATTENTION TARGET ASSOCIATES!! We have a CODE RED in Health & Beauty. I repeat a CODE RED!! A customer is looking for Q-tips! I repeat...looking for Q-tips! All associates report to battle stations... this is not a drill!"
Like a gift from God, an associate appears and motions for me to follow him. He brings me directly to the Q-tips, smiles and asks "Is there anything else I can help you with?" It's like I died and went to shopping heaven. A couple times I tested them by unfolding a bunch of shirts and walking a couple aisles away and going back a little bit later. Yup, all folded again and neat. How do they do it? Even the clearance racks are always by sizes and not all mish-mashed.
I even think Target's doggie is a cuter mascot than that Yellow Smiley Face guy. Ok, I am getting down off the soapbox now and will leave Wallyworld alone for awhile.