So I went to Smart & Final this evening. Had a hankering for Klondike bars. Heath bar flavored ice cream sandwiches with dark chocolate. There were two registers open. It’s about 6:15pm on a MONDAY night, pre-biggest food holiday of the year. Two registers open. I was in the express lane. 10 items or less. Most customers, aside from myself, had 20-49 items. The people running the registers couldn’t run them. Check. No go. EBT card? No can do. Turkey? Pound price and how and what do I charge? All attempts to ask for assistance from management came up empty. Two registers. At ~6:55pm, I was up. Problem. My ice cream had melted. I asked what should we do? Problem. My query was answered with a blank look. It was time to say “fuck it.” Our customer service at Trader Joe’s is light years, fucking light years ahead of any other store. This needs to read one line at every store where the cashier has their shit together. #stayinschool, #educationfirst, #meltedicecream, #notfuckingfunny
