AT THE MAID RITE

One day I stopped at one of the local Maid Rite restaurants to pick up some
food to take home. So I sat at the counter and gave the waitress my order.
The work station for the Maid Rite sandwiches was right out in view of the
customers. So as I'm hanging around waiting for my order, I happened to notice my waitress lick her thumb several times to flip through the tickets on the order pad. Then I see her handling money as customers pay their bills. Then she goes over and makes Maid Rites with her ungloved, spit thumbed, filthy cash germy hands. She eventually came over to me with my bill and I said I've changed my mind, and I don't want my order now. I'm sure she didn't have a clue why I left empty handed. I never went back to that particular Maid Rite, but I subsequently told an awful lot of people about that experience. Apparently I'm still telling about it.

RAGGING ON HY-VEE

I don't like it when the cashier and the bagger carry on a conversation while scanning my groceries. It's always inane crap that has nothing to do with the task at hand. When I pay and get a reciept I always say 'Thank you' and in return I'm told to "Have a great day".
So sometimes when a cashier tells me to "have a great day" I reply with "you too". Then I add " Oh, sorry. You're not allowed to have a great day. You're working". That remark makes them smile but I know what they're really thinking, and I don't believe they have my best interests at heart.

At Hy-Vee part of the cashier's routine is to ask "Did you find everything you were looking for"? If I didn't find it or if they were out of it I say so. Then the cashier will reply "Sorry about that" or some such nonsense. They never ask if they can help remedy the issue. Next time they ask if I found everything I'd like to say no, I was looking for an employee that had a half a frickin' brain and couldn't find one, including you.

One day at the Hy-Vee we usually go to, I turned in ten or so winning Illinois scratch tickets, but I hadn't scratched off the serial numbers/bar codes. I never knew I had to. The clerk at the service desk handed them back and told me to finish scratching the tickets, and then she went on taking care of other customers. So instead of doing what she's paid to do, I was forced to do her job and then wait ten minutes 'till she got back to me. Friendly smile in every aisle my dyin' ass.

There is one lady bagger that constantly licks her thumbs to get the plastic grocery bags to separate. That is so beyond gross. Every item she handles goes to the customer's home with her spit on it. When I see her I go to a different cashier so I can avoid her and her spit. Idiot.