Places that hate bicycle riders.

I was at one bike shop. We looked at the Electra Townie D7 (or some other battleship coordinate). We rode the bike. It was ok. When I asked if they had anything with a throttle, to take off from a stop at a hill. They said “no, we only carry class one bikes. We believe you gotta earn it if you want motor assist.” I thought “why, though.”, but didn’t want to waste my breath asking. Walked around a bit longer to see helmet offerings, then left.

That was really the only other time I’ve been in a bike shop. The other was to get a bike stand for my kids bike. I dunno, I think my bike shop visiting days are over. The prices are much bigger in a shop. I think you pay, mostly, for their attention.
that was like once upon a time( back in the seventies) went in a store that sold alcohol of various pedigrees,asked the cashier if they had any tobacco products[ we dont encourage or cater to bad habits] wonder why excessive alcohol consumption was not a bad habit? stupid cashiers ruin businesses one customer at a time! As Momma said"some people are too stupid to talk to"
 
went in a store that sold alcohol of various pedigrees,asked the cashier if they had any tobacco products[ we dont encourage or cater to bad habits] wonder why excessive alcohol consumption was not a bad habit
Many consider tobacco products a bad habit regardless of quantity and don't consider alcohol (without the "excessive" modifier) bad.
 
that was like once upon a time( back in the seventies) went in a store that sold alcohol of various pedigrees,asked the cashier if they had any tobacco products[ we dont encourage or cater to bad habits] wonder why excessive alcohol consumption was not a bad habit? stupid cashiers ruin businesses one customer at a time! As Momma said"some people are too stupid to talk to"
As a kid I was buying some mints and the casher asked if I have bad breath. Retailers do not know who you are buying for or why. Denture cream, condoms, formula, they should just look down and shut up.
 
As a kid I was buying some mints and the casher asked if I have bad breath. Retailers do not know who you are buying for or why. Denture cream, condoms, formula, they should just look down and shut up.
right on brother,that's the beauty of self checkout( except for alcohol) back when I had "dead teeth" bad breath was a given I didn't notice till it occurred to me why people were wincing and dodging( rotten bones really have a unique odor) now I just have standard halitosis( its really bad on an empty stomach-smells like drek) now if you know somebody who's breath smells like acetone or some kind of solvent that is indicative of a health problem.
You do not need a "cashier" judging you!
 
You can't get good help anymore.
You actually can. Some customers ask for me. They have other sites that they want me to work on. I get really good feedback that the boss likes. The boss gives me the tough jobs because she knows I can handle them. Customers gives me tips or hit on me, now and again. I know that the customer goes through the wringer just to get me on their property, so I give the best that I can and their feedback reflects that. There are other like me, but we can be hard to find. Once you find them, though, they cling on to you. Which can have its owns problems. I’ve always loved shooting trouble and when I find the issue, I usually bring it back to the customer to show and explain, but I’ve been around enough people to be able to read them and know when NOT to go on, too long, about what the fix was.
 
Slightly off subject but concerning customer interaction. I have a friend who hates eating at places in "da 'hood", saying most are dirtier then the same restaurant in a regular area. I have a Hardee's down the street from me (I live in a 'hood) and it's always been clean, staff are friendly and the food is always good. Now the Rallies around the corner is sketchy. You walk up and all you see are angry eyes looking out the order window, like I'm gonna make them have to do work! I don't mess with that place!
 
As a kid I was buying some mints and the casher asked if I have bad breath. Retailers do not know who you are buying for or why. Denture cream, condoms, formula, they should just look down and shut up.
The biggest bummer in my neighborhood was when the local Food4Less shut down. I loved that place! There were people in line from EVERY walk of life. A lot of middle class blue collar, lots of seniors and very young people, I was somewhat in the minority as being white collar middle class, but I'd see other people dressed business casual and no one ever made me feel out of place there. The checkout line was fantastic-- everyone was kidding around and cracking wise.

Once, I left an aluminum briefcase, which contained my laptop and confidential clinical notes, in a shopping cart, and didn't realize it until I got back home! Of course, the staff grabbed it and kept it locked in a safe place until I returned, about half an hour later. As soon as I walked through the door, they were smiling and saying, "Bet you were scared of losing this, huh?" I was! It was a very sketchy block.

I would NOT have ridden my bike there, no safe place to lock it and mostly what I bought was heavy items like fire logs and alcohol free beer, which were steeply discounted, so I would have needed a trailer or something to get home.

I always tried to have something nice or funny to say to the checkout folks. My best line was when I miscounted and put 13 items on the conveyor belt in the line for 12-items or less.

I admitted my mistake immediately. "I know, 13 items," I explained, sighing heavily. "My mama tried to raise me right, but I guess I was just born mean."

I got the cashier, and the whole line behind me, howling. Dang, I miss that place!
 
I go to a place called Groc-Out. Actually its Grocery Outlet. I can buy stuff like a 30 cm across wheel of brae for $6.00. A five pack of tooth brushes is $3. I always park just inside the front door. Once on vacation I sent a postcard addressed to Groc-Out and they got it. It is one of those friendly places with all walks of life. And it is two blocks from Whole Foods where two oz. of Himalayan salt is twice the price of two-pounds at Groc-Out.
 
I go to a place called Groc-Out. Actually its Grocery Outlet. I can buy stuff like a 30 cm across wheel of brae for $6.00. A five pack of tooth brushes is $3. I always park just inside the front door. Once on vacation I sent a postcard addressed to Groc-Out and they got it. It is one of those friendly places with all walks of life. And it is two blocks from Whole Foods where two oz. of Himalayan salt is twice the price of two-pounds at Groc-Out.
Groc-Out is great. We find weird $hit there that you don't usually find elsewhere. When we get the urge for seaweed spaghetti that's where we find it. (its better then you would think!)
 
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