OMMMMMMMMM OMMMMMMMMMM

I am not a fan of shopping for stuff for me.  But I needed sandals.  After a fairly relaxing morning writing a poem, blogging (I think), answering emails, playing wordfeud, doing another round of laundry, we motored off to the sport store.  But...first a stop at Pier1...that place is like crack.  I always always always find stuff to buy.  Mug, cream and sugar, tray..you know..general crap that ends up taking up space in my cupboard.  AFTER going in there and buying crap, we headed over to the sport store.  I went in alone and within two minutes had an altercation with the vapid little cow at the till at the front.  Man! you would think I am the most difficult person in the world to get along with by reading this blog.  Really I am not but I have very little patience for stupidity.

I walk through the doors and stop at the front till to find out where ladies sport sandals were.  The store is enormous and I didn't want to take huge amounts of time when a quick question would direct me the right way.  Yeah...NOT.

The little girl at the till was about 4'10 and about 12 and giggling into a cel phone.  After waiting a full minute (I always time everything that is annoying me) she finally says good bye, adds one more giggle and, smacking gum, turns to me and says "Can I help you?'  I kind of snort rudely and say, "Well yes if you aren't too busy.  Can you please direct me to ladies sport sandals?"   "Weeeeeeelllllll, hmmmmmm, well there are some shoes over there on that wall, and there are a few over in that part of the store and you can look up and down the aisles, there might be some in there."  "So," I say sarcastically, "Pretty much the whole dam store then?"  She kind of stares for a moment at me then says "Ya, pretty much."

Deep breaths.  Deep breaths.  I, very politely, ask, "Where is your manager?"  And she has the balls to ask, "Why?"  So I told her I was looking for a job and wanted to talk to a manager.  She believed me!!  She went to the phone and called to somewhere and about two minutes later a manager showed up.  He was older and nice looking, very pleasant.  "How can I hlep?" he asks.  And LC (Little Cow) pipes up,  "She's looking for a job!" and openly smirks.  "Actually I am not." I replied.  "I want to lodge a complaint against this employee....."  and went on to explain to the manager exactly why I wanted to walk right out of the store and wasn't, only because there is no where else on this Island to buy sandals like that.

Well, he got on the phone and a couple minutes later, awkward silent ones, another employee showed up.  The manager asked him to take over the till and he invited both LC and myself to follow him.  He led me straight to the sandals and then turned to LC and said, "And now, you are to come with me.  And Mam?" he turned to me "This will not be happening again because this employee will not be working here any longer."  And off they went into the back.  I felt kind of bad.  No I didn't.  I bought two pairs.

THIS IS PROBABLY A VIETNAM VET.

BEFORE

DURING

AFTER

THERE IS BILL

MMMMMMMM.......COSTCO

We spent part of the afternoon at the airport beach and part at Costco and driving around.  Love it.  Back home in time to watch Good Wife and Amazing Race.  Life is good!!  TTYL