So you are bitching about something you chose to do?
Thread’s over, curlcoat’s here.
Only if you act like an asshole!
What dose of Human Growth Hormone did you go with?
ETA: Ever see the movie poster for Attack of the Fifty Foot Woman? Cause that’s what I’m imagining.
Ain’t no act hon.
I wear the arsehole badge proudly!
:D:D
i worked retail for many years and i love when shitty customers get pwned, but that story, like many of the stories at that site, reads like a poorly written fantasy of what the cashier/clerk/whoever wished had happened instead of a real event.
That’s what I hate about notalwaysright - it has the potential to be a really interesting site to commiserate and laugh about working in retail. But instead it’s half-filled with the most fantastical fictional bullshit imaginable. At least in that particular story the rest of the customers in the store didn’t erupt into spontaneous applause like they do in so many stories.
Bulk bins are a great idea - don’t pay for packaging. But they should have child-proof perspex lids. Or, better yet, have coin-operated chutes.
Well this is just a perfectly rational and proportionate response to someone saying their child doesn’t fit in the trolley/cart at their store. Congratulations to you.
Exactly. It’s so ridiculously ludicrous I’m shocked to find it linked here. Yikes.
Maybe in your neck of the woods, but my (almost three, in two days) grandson doesn’t fit comfortably anymore in the shopping trolleys here. His legs are too long, even though he’s as skinny as a rake.
We bung him in the main holding compartment now.
Really? Working at a grocery pays well?
Wow…what sort of a cuntish response is that?
:rolleyes:
That’s not the customers problem or fault. It sounds to me that is the company business model that is to blame. Probably the business is banking in a certain percentage loss due to the model. If the store you worked for wasn’t some gigantic soulless mega-store you might as well had taken the poor guy back outside and given him the stuff for free. No loss to anybody. The manager might have done it anyhow, bought the store a little goodwill.
Btw. Don’t need snotty kids not to be able to pay for your grocery. I’ve been to the supermarket a few times and only realised at the cash-out that I had forgotten my credit card.
Yes, sometimes important jobs are hard to do and unpleasant for the person doing them.
Like the time I had to clean a dead possum from under my porch. I chose to own a home with a porch, and chose to do it myself instead of calling a Dead Varmint Disposal Company. The job sucked, and I bitched about it to anyone within ear shot. The job also needed to be done, so that I could live a life without a rotting corpse under my porch.
I choose to live a life with a child that I can take with me places and not have him destroy the place. At least, I’m attempting to choose that life, and it’s work, and sometimes the work sucks.
My 7 year old fits in the cart. Not necessarily the seat, true, for the small carts we have at some stores (dollar stores, mostly) which are probably the size of trolleys in the UK. But she likes to ride in the basket part sometimes when she’s feeling froggy. I just hand her a handbasket to put on her lap for the items, and also fill the seat with Stuff.
American sized shopping carts? Not a problem. Hell, I bet I could fit in there if I tried hard enough and didn’t care what people thought! (No, I couldn’t, not really, but they are plenty big for a fit seven year old!)
Please, that’s got to stop, for your own sanity. And if you’re willing to sacrifice just two or three shopping carts (please do this with only shelf stable goods), it will stop. Here’s what you do: You go in with a well fed, well rested kid for items that you *don’t *absolutely positively need today (the point of this trip isn’t shopping, it’s teaching). Before you even get out of your car to enter the store, the kiddo is thoroughly vetted as to your expectations in positive terms. You don’t tell him what you don’t want (“No running, no grabbing things!”) because that just gives him ideas. You tell him what you *do *want: “We’re going to talk in our indoor voices, we’re going to walk, we’re going to only get what’s on our list, and you can choose to get in the cart or keep one hand on the cart at all times.” You get him to repeat the expectations and agree, or you don’t even go into the store, you drive away and try again another time. If he agrees, you do your shopping, saving the perishables for last. If he makes a mistake, he gets one (1) reminder. If he can’t follow your agreement, then you leave. No yelling, no threats, no more reminders, no warnings, no drama, no struggles. You simply move the cart to one side of the aisle, apologize to the stockperson nearest you who is going to have to reshelve everything, explain briefly that your child is incapable of shopping at the moment, and you leave.
The key is to not get upset. If you get upset, the kid has won. You just…leave.
When the kid makes it through a trip successfully, he gets to pick a treat from the produce section (if you’re a “mean mom” like me) or even the candy endcap at checkout (if you’re a normal parent.) Bribery? Hell, yes! So is my paycheck bribery to work! We don’t get a treat every time, but only at random surprise times, and never ever if whined at for a treat.
I’ve nannied and parented a lot of kids. Short of a child with ODD, I’ve never had to do this more than twice before they get it. And it makes future shopping experiences so much more pleasant, for you, for the kid, and even ultimately for the stockperson who had to do some extra work helping you teach your kid appropriate shopping behavior.
Very tellingly, the same kids who shop well for me are often *still *little hellions for their parents. It’s not the kid, it’s the adult. Set your expectations clearly and stick to them, and they will learn very quickly what they can get away with when they’re with you.
Very much agree. Aldi is simply scaled to child friendly dimensions, in size, sound, lighting and length of aisles. I’ve got an anxiety disorder and difficulty with sensory overload myself, and Aldi is easy. Super WalMarts, or warehouse clubs? Oy. Some days I just can’t do it without feeling like melting down myself.
The only real trouble we run into at Aldi is those very tempting bumpers on the freezer case which invite climbing/walking on, and require a reminder that this is not a jungle gym and a hand belongs on the cart.
I like the ones like this. The chute isn’t coin operated, but it is still a chute, and it’s not really logistically possible to “sample” in the bin itself. Doesn’t prevent the idiocy in the OP, but it does prevent the pretzel snacker from dropping her other half back in the bin.
My fucking kid doesn’t fit in a trolley seat for two main reasons- one, I live (as correctly guessed by MsWhatsit) in the UK, where seats in trolleys are designed for kids too small to walk, and two- I don’t have a fucking kid.
Look man, you fucking asked. And if this is a common UK sized shopping trolley, then fuck yeah, it’s big enough for a four year old. They’re bendy.
OTOH, four is absolutely old enough for some socialization to the extent of not being a fucking terrorist in a fucking supermarket, even if they’re not in a trolley, which I may have not made clear above. When my kid is in the cart these days, it’s because she wants to be, not because she needs to be.
(Fucking is a fun word.)
Oh, for fuck’s sake.
I figured out that trolley = cart. And I know about boots, lories, lifts, and all. But the bung part I thought was perversely sexual. 
I feel bad for all those involved. The father was obviously stupid, but stupid in a pitiable way since he was trying to do something nice for his kids.