Middle-aged male employee at Borders Express in Fair Oaks Mall yesterday, just go straight to hell and do not collect $200.
Since 1985, I have been shopping at that store and its previous incarnations (Waldenbooks, Brentano’s, Waldenbooks again). I have bought dozens of books there and spent countless Saturday afternoons just hanging out. Never bothered anybody.
Suddenly yesterday, this guy, in a tone not far removed from a cop giving an order, snapped at me that I had to check my bag at the counter if I wanted to shop there.
(Aside: When exactly did “sir” become a term of contempt from an authority figure to an ordinary schlub? I always wince in anticipation when I hear it.)
First, I carry my tote bag everywhere I go, including into that store on many previous occasions. Nobody, anywhere, has had a problem with it.
Second, there was no sign, nothing to indicate that policies had changed.
Third, there were other people in the store with bags and purses and none of them were being asked to check their items.
Maybe he didn’t like the color of my eyes; maybe I reminded him of some guy who leered at his teenage daughter.
I do not like being treated as a thief. I have never stolen so much as a stick of gum. I won’t be returning to that store. Thank you very much for fucking up 26 years of happy memories, dickbag.
I hope Borders does go under now, just so that asshole loses his job. And I hope I see him panhandling later, so I can spit in his face.