MagicalSilverKey’s thread about eating in the grocery store reminded me of an odd thing that happened to me about a year ago. It had never happened to me before and it really pissed me off.
It was mid-February and I had just finished a big ugly work project (I’m self-employed and work at home). I decided to celebrate by taking the afternoon off and going to a really nice grocery store we had just found in our area, and buying the goods for a nice dinner. It was a really crappy, icky day weather-wise, but I was still in a good mood as I drove to the store, about 20 minutes away.
I didn’t have a list, so I grabbed a handbasket and ambled the aisles, planning dinner as I went. Over the next half-hour, I filled the basket with mostly nonperishables – a lot of cans as well as a 5-pound bag of potatoes.
I had gotten back to the end of the store nearest the checkouts when I realized that I wanted to look at the balloons, about five aisles over. By this time my basket had gotten heavy, so I set it on the floor, out of the way next to the end of an aisle. I was gone maybe five minutes. When I returned, my basket had disappeared! I checked several aisles, but nope, it was gone. So I went up to the service desk to ask if they had seen it. “Oh, we put all that stuff away. We thought it was abandoned.”
WHAT THE FUCK??? I was gone five minutes!! The store employees claimed that the reason for this policy is that people routinely abandon their carts, and they “have no way of knowing whether the food has been there five minutes or fifty.” OK -— let’s dissect this reasoning. (1) Did anyone check the contents of the basket? The most perishable thing in there was a bag of shredded Parmesan cheese; surely this could have lasted another fifteen minutes. (2) This occurred around 2 p.m. on a Thursday afternoon; the store wasn’t exactly packed. Would it have killed them to skim the store, looking for shoppers without carts and asking whether the basket was theirs, before reshelving? In fact, the clerk would have to have been standing right next to me, near the balloon display, to put the Parmesan back in the dairy case; if she had simply noticed that I had no basket and asked if it was mine, my aggravation could have been avoided. (3) I assume the store has a P.A. system; a simple announcement to the effect of, “Would the shopper who left a basket near the front of the store please come to the service desk?” would have avoided this situation also. (4) A cart or basket containing perishables could be moved to a cooler for a designated period, or perhaps just the perishables removed, and the announcement made, to avoid this situation. (5) What about shoppers who need to use the restroom? There isn’t room in there for a cart, even if they did allow people to take unpurchased items in there. And what about elderly people, disabled people, or parents with small children who might conceivably be in there a while? Will their shopping disappear too?
Another excuse the store people gave was that I should have notified a clerk that I was leaving my basket and have the person watch it for me. OK, so now if I’m at the back of the store and need to use the restroom, I should either shag down a clerk back there and assign him or her to watch my stuff, or haul it up to the front of the store, defeating the whole point of leaving it in the first place? And suppose this person gets distracted by, of all things, helping another customer or otherwise doing his or her job? When this person’s back is turned, what’s to keep another clerk from deciding that another load of groceries has been “abandoned”?
Anyway, the incident pissed me off so much that I didn’t feel like doing my shopping all over again, so I just drove home in the rain, madder than hell, and we had spaghetti as usual. I asked about this at our local grocery store, and they said they would never put away someone’s cart unless it was there all day – people almost never abandon carts and leave their store, and spoilage is just a cost of doing business. I wrote a polite but emphatic letter to the store manager (in fact, borrowed from it for part of this post, to save time), and he wrote me back, basically telling me “thanks for writing, but get fucked.” I don’t shop there anymore.
Anybody else have stories or comments on this?