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This morning I stopped at the market to get some essentials for the office. Actually, it was just one essential: creamer… for the client’s coffee. Nevermind, the fridge contains probably at best count 10 different flavors of creamer that the staff uses. The client gets what he gets, and I suppose if he/she should ask for something “different” I would happily oblige, but for the most part they just get what they get. That’s the “service” experience in me. LOL Anyway, I bumped into my neighbor, chatted it up briefly and then surprisingly met up at the same register to checkout. Actually, not so surprising as this market in particular is not necessarily known for its strategic scheduling of personnel at busy times of the day. Well, I guess in said store’s defense—maybe 7:30am isn’t such a hot shopping hour for most…maybe just me…and the neighbor, obviously. While standing in the checkout line, this is the conversation that ensued: (bear in mind that without a graphic, this whole conversat...
Wasn't it just a few weeks ago when you mocked your siblings for doing just this? And, saying you didn't NEED to????
ReplyDeleteJust sayin'