Human roadblocks

I’m an uber-polite person, always. I say “I’d like a Big Mac and fries please*” which to me is a decent way of ordering (and then I say “Thank you” when they give it to me). I don’t ask them if I can have something from the menu they’ve been serving billions of since the day they opened. That’s just silly, it’s sounds like a little kid asking his mom for something. I don’t have a problem with it as such. It’s just…silly.

  • actually, it would more likely be “I’d like a Double Whopper with cheese, no ketchup, no tomato and extra mayo, and a medium fries please” since I don’t much like McDonalds.

Yep. I only know of one mulit-level supermarket in Chicago. I’m sure there are others but I only know of one, and they have elevators, not escalators. Most supermarkets are one level, and have same, ground, level parking.

I’ve seen a few cart-using stores with elevators. Two are supermarkets with a jumbo elevator that could probably hold five carts plus their drivers. Another is a Beverages & More with a normal sized elevator… the garage is below the store, but there’s also a bunch of street parking around, and it’s not that busy a store.

In my experience, carts aren’t used much at malls, only at supermarkets, and those usually have parking on the same level, outside. If parking in below/above, there’s an elevator.

If you did it at the Safeway in Alamo, I’d come visit you at San Quentin :wink:

Or maybe you’d really luck out and get me or someone like me on the jury at your trial.

When visit, bring-- no, no. No pie. Bring cake with metal file. :wink:

I would love to see a picture of this…I’ve never come across anything like it here in the States, though I have heard there is a two-story Target in a town nearby where you can take carts on the escalator.

There’s a two-story Target here in Seattle with exactly that - there’s a separate escalator for the carts, side-by-side with the people escalator. You hook your cart onto the one, then jump over and stand on the other, and together you ascend (or descend) in style…

Well, color me dorky because that’s how I order. It’s just an expression. “Can I get a number six meal, please, with a diet soda”.

Here’s my take on a similar door-blocking problem: Extendable-handle luggage twits

Sailboat

This is sort of an attempted roadblock/sales trap tale. I was at the mall with my wife a while back, walking along and having a conversation. There was a kiosk with some crap or other, manned by a shark. When I came within range, he darted up close to me and interrupted our chat with, “Excuse me, can I ask you a very important question?” My response was, “NO,” and I marched on. On the way back later, a woman at the same kiosk (apparently she was on break before or something) saw us coming and she started maneuvering into position, but the other guy warned her off and we passed unmolested.