Ok, I tried telling myself that I wasn't going to make two blogs in one day so that I could save some of these recollections for later, but I'm bored and have decided to throw that idea out the window. That being said, I'll go ahead and jump right in to the fun part.
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~A few months back, our store became the temporary home to a couple stray grackles who ended up making their way inside somehow. No one really knows exactly how they got there, but I'm pretty sure they made they're way in through one of our sets of automatic sliding doors which, at the time, weren't working properly and had to remain statically open. They fluttered about store's rafters for quite some time, but it wasn't the birds that bothered me, it was the people.
Every single time someone spotted these winged spectators of our operations, they would react as if they'd had never seen a bird before in their life. Truly, these two avian invaders must have endured such harsh trials and tribulations to have made it all the way inside one's local superstore that they were absolutely the most wonderful creatures one would ever have the privilege of beholding. They made it seem like, at any minute, some highly respected official would pop out of the clothing racks, shut down the store, fence off the surrounding area, and mark the site as a wildlife preserve for those remarkable creatures.
Yes, I know its odd, and relatively uncommon, to see a living bird (let alone two of them) hopping about in the ceiling framework of their local retail store. Is it really that awe-inspiring, though for two little, feathered scavengers to find their way inside a building in the hopes of finding a quick meal? I didn't really think so.
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~And lastly for the day, a tale of some random woman motorist who felt the need to waste 3 minutes of my life.
Allow me to paint a picture for you:
I had already clocked out for the evening, and it was probably about 8 o'clock at night. It was still during the summer, so I didn't have the luxury of a jacket to at least attempt to blend in with the other customers. I was standing out in front of the store waiting patiently in my work uniform for my honey to come pick me up when this lady (who I assume was in the process of leaving the premises) drives up in front of the doors to specifically get my attention. The following is roughly the conversation that took place:
Lady: Hey, you need to do something about this! These guys just pushed a whole bunch of carts into the middle of the isles. That's dangerous!
Me: What? Some random guys just pushed carts.... into the isle?
Lady: Yes! Someone could run into them. You should really tell someone about this.
Me: Um, what did they look like? Unless the security patrol saw them, the store can't really prevent random people from leaving carts like that.
Lady: No, no, it was your cart guys. They're the ones who just left a row of carts like that for people to drive into. Its a hazard!
Me: Ma'am, that's what they do, and I'm not even clocked it. There's nothing I can really do about it.
Lady: Can't you just go inside and tell someone?
At this point, just to get away from the lady, I turn around, walk inside, and mention the conversation I'd just had to a nearby associate who gets a nice chuckle out of the situation.
What this motorist failed to realize is that it is a very regular procedure for the cart crew to line up rows of carts in the parking lot isles, while they move around to collect more, before pushing them all up to the building at once. When they leave these already-gathered carts, though, its always off to the side so that motorists can still move around them.
Now, I'll be the first to admit that I'm am not the best at thinking up cute, snappy comebacks on the spot. After I had had a moment to turn what happened over in my noggin for a bit, I came up with these few points that I wish I had thought of at the time...
A. If the hazard was so tremendous, why didn't she just park her little SUV, walk inside, and tell someone personally?
B. Why didn't she mention this problem to the cart crew, and not me?
And most importantly:
C. To be frank, any person driving fast enough in a parking lot (especially at night) to deal any amount of damage to their vehicle via an unsuspecting, stationary row of metal shopping baskets should really re-evaluate who the hazard is in this scenario.
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