Pet Peeves - while shopping

I’ve started doing more and more of my shopping online and one of the major reasons is that nearly every store has their merchandise crammed all together, with barely enough room to get by–don’t even think of trying to get a shopping cart down an aisle … what aisle, btw?! This is so aggravating to me, it literally has driven me from the aisles of most stores. I guess it doesn’t help that I’m … shall we say on the heavy side? So yes, I’ve caused clothing to slide off hangers onto the floor, knocked over a display with my purse once; not only was it embarassing and degrading, it shouldn’t have had to happen. K-Mart is especially bad for having crowded merchandise, but I’ve also experienced it in the “higher end” type stores like Hechts (owned by May Co.) and J.C. Penney.

Why are the stores being set up in this way? I’m not the only one this bothers, I’m certain (er, I hope, that is!), and while my weight is a factor, I’ve seen normal weight individuals having trouble maneuvering between racks of clothing.

The only reason would be that they hate us. Ha ha ha!

Wait a minute…that is the only reason.

I noticed this when I went with my daughter to shop for prom dresses. I swear, once the clothing was hung on the racks, there wasn’t a foot clearance!! If you were skeletal, turned sideways, and sucked in your gut, you might have gotten by without brushing against any clothing.

I don’t get it either. Is it supposed to appeal to the primal hunter/gatherer spirit? Perhaps the display racks are arranged to mimic our ancestral jungles and forests? Yes, the hunt. It’s all about the hunt. The conquest. Seeking the prize…

There’s probably a thesis in there somewhere.

Things to hate about Brick-and-mortar shopping:

  1. All that walking is evil.
  2. They often dont’ have my size.
  3. The racks are never organized by size, so you have to look at each item to find the correct one.
  4. Crowds suck.
  5. I tend to spend more when I shop in real life.

Things to hate about Click-and-order shopping"

  1. Returning items can be a drag
  2. The colors aren’t true (although you get used to the photographs after a while)
  3. Waiting for delivery

An important measure in retail is sales per square foot. Take the total sales and divide by the square feet on the sales floor. (I believe that non-sales area is removed from the calculation, stock and dressing rooms for example. But I do not know for sure.) So it follows that the more stock on the floor the higher the sales, and dead areas such as aisles are a drag on sales.

When I worked in retail many years ago, they justified expanding one of their stores using this logic: If we increase the size of the store by N amount we will increase sales by N x sales/square foot. What was amusing was how shocked they were when it did not happen. Shocked!

I wonder if some of these places could be violating fire codes. Would be interesting to find out.

They more than likely were organized by size, at some point. The retail drones (I used to be one, I know first-hand) spend hours arranging clothes by size, trust me. Then the slobs, um…, I mean shoppers come along and mess it all up.
I don’t mean you, personally, Kalhoun, I’m just explaining. Some people just fling through racks and piles of sweaters like you wouldn’t believe. I hated folding sweaters and t-shirts that were displayed on tables in the front. They’d pick up every single one, even if they were all the same. I’d spend hours folding them, and one person would destroy it in two minutes. They’re all the same freaking sweater, why do you have to pick up every single one?

Another shopping peeve just came to mind … the size tag/price tag! Why is it that you’ve got to turn something inside out practically to find either the size of it or the price?! It’s bad enough that the sizes are already all mixed in together (yes, I do realize that in the beginning they do start out at least sorted by size … I think!), but when you’ve got to play hide & seek with the size tags it’s very annoying. I’ve honestly had this happen to me in certain stores. BTW, I do try to be as careful as I can when shopping for clothing; if I accidentally cause something to slide off the hanger, I’ll pick it up and put it back on the hanger and slide it into the correct size location … if I can find the size, that is! :smack:

To find the one in my size, doofus. Duh!

Other people.

Yeah, I hate ‘em. All those other freakin’ shoppers. Having the nerve to shop while I shop, standing in front of a display I would like to look at, getting in line ahead of me at the register, taking up my dressing room, not signaling before they turn their shopping carts, buying all the clearance items before I get to them…

:stuck_out_tongue:

Yeah, so I’m anal, but other shoppers really are my pet peeves. That’s why I never shop on Saturdays or between 5 and 8 o’clock on weekdays. I bartend, so I keep odd hours anyway, and I usually shop after ten o’clock at night…so it always comes as a rude shock when I walk into a grocery store at a “normal hour” and find all these damn people everywhere. It’s annoying to have to dodge all the restock boxes after midnight, but I’ll take it in a heartbeat over dodging all the other damn customers.

[sub]If I sound anti-social it’s because I am. After working in bars for years, I have a hearty antipathy for hordes, or even large groups, of people.[/sub]

Don’t put the coins on the bills and hand them to me!

I’m not sure just who taught cashiers to do this.
I don’t have the luxury of having a nice wide drawer with separate compartments for every denomination of coin and bill.
But please at least don’t put the coins on top of the bills and hand the whole batch to me at once. I can’t count the number of times when I’ve seen coins go sliding right out of someone’s (Mine!) hand and onto the floor.
Give me the coins… thank you
and now the bills… thank you.

See how much nicer that was?!

My shopping pet peeves:

Offering me 10% off of my purchase if I’ll sign up for their credit card.

I was actually offered 10% off of my $13 lipstick, if I’d apply for the store’s credit card. I don’t think saving $1.30 is really going to change my life; especially if they turn around and charge me 18% interest on my purchase that I “saved” 10% on. No, I don’t want the credit card, and when I politely decline, they shouldn’t persist in trying to talk me into it - it won’t work.

Stores pushing their credit cards in general, discount or no. Target is bad about this, as is Old Navy, Victoria’s Secret, Gap, etc.

Asking for my phone number when I’m paying with cash (I’d understand if it was a check). Linens ‘N’ Things, Honeybaked Ham Co., Radio Shack, etc.

Oh, so many points of agreement!

How about clothing stores who sort the clothes first by manufacturer? So if you want, say, tan slacks, you have to look in three different places, one for each brand. Grrr.

There’s a certain store, let’s call it Lacy’s, that I refuse to enter again. Not only are the aisles narrow, they twist and wind about until you find yourself in a dead end and have to find your way out as if you’re lost in a hedge maze. If by some remote chance you do find what you want in the right size, then try to pay for it. Go ahead, just try. I used to seriously consider standing in the middle of the floor, waving cash around and yelling “Money! Who wants my Money? Anybody?”

BTW if you are paying in cash, in no way do you have to provide and i.d., address, phone number, whatever. Unless you’re buying a gun, of course. If they ask, just tell them you prefer not to provide it. If you don’t have the time to argue, just give them a phony one; 555-1212 works nicely and doesn’t inconvenience anybody if they do try to call it or sell it to telemarketers.

Actually, I don’t understand how asking for a phone number on a check helps a retailer, either. I mean, why would a person paying with a bad or stolen check write his correct phone number on it?

The coins-on-top-of-bills thing I have never understood. The only possible explanation I have is that once the machines started calculating the change for us, the clerk, seeing $4.65 on the screen just does what comes naturally, pulls out four singles and sets the change on top. I generally accept the change (say “thank you”) and then carefully put it all down on the counter, from which I then take the coins, put them away, and then stow the bills. I have this irrational belief that somebody will see this and learn not to give me the change in the wrong order. I think that when you had to figure the change out yourself, you learned that if somebody gave you a $10 bill for $5.35 worth of stuff, that you’d put down a nickel ($5.40), then a dime ($5.50), then two quarters or a half dollar ($6.00) and then the four singles. But do young people today know how to do that? Noooooooo.

One more thing: Eons ago I was buying cloth and other supplies to make curtains with. I was in college and a newlywed and was almost always broke. The store was having a credit card promotion, and every single clerk asked me if I would sign up. I noticed I was getting very close to the cash I had on hand, so I asked if I could charge the stuff I was getting if I filled out the application. Sure, no problem! So I did. About 6 weeks later there came a notice that I had been rejected. No surprise there. I figured the bill would come along shortly and I would pay it. The curtains I made then have since crumbled to dust, but to this day I have never gotten a bill for the cloth and thread I bought. If I get one, I’ll certainly pay it, though.

It irks me when clerks stand close together and have an involved conversation, without ever acknowledging customers’ presence. Maybe it’s just my retail brainwashing-both retail jobs I’ve had stressed the importance of at least greeting the customer, even if you don’t hover over them. “Hate to impose, but could I possibly bug one of you to take my money?”

I used to be a cashier. On the occasions when I had to count out change, I start from the $5.35 and add: Give you 4 singles ($9.35), two quarters ($9.85), the dime ($9.95), and a nickel ($10.00). Guess my brain’s wired differently than yours. :wink:

I never did figure out how to hand bills and change to people. Some customers complained when I handed it all together, others complained when I handed it all separately.

I don’t mind the crammed-together merchandise as much as I do the people who use their shopping carts for battering rams.

Yes, I also just hate it when they allow stray sheep to wander all over the place. :wink: Oops - no, it’s stray bratlings I hate. Noisy! Running aobut in the way! Making more noise! Blech!

Surprisingly, I normally lke the shop assistants though - admittedly my shopping is only ever food/household essentials, so I do suppose staff in clothing shops might tend to be be more elusive or whatever. But I really have to admire peope who can work all day (or, OK, maybe as part-time students or whatever) in the aforessaid noisy sort of stressful place that is a large-ish supermarket, and stay cheerful, or do a damn good job at acting cheerful, more likely. :slight_smile:

I’ll admit, I’ve never run into the too narrow aisles problem. Of course, I only ever go to grocery stores and book stores. My wife buys everything else.

My biggest pet peeve is rude salespeople. I realize that you’re only there for the money and that you’re making minimum wage but that’s no reason to be an ass.

I hate when they won’t take no for an answer at the store. ‘Do you want to buy the extended warranty for 8 gazillion dollars?’ ‘No, thanks.’ ‘But it will mean that if you throw this into a pool, you’ll get a free replacement.’ ‘No, thanks.’ ‘But if magical pixies cart it off into their mystical woods…’

Also, if I am buying ice cream and pudding, do not say something to me like winkwink ‘You really know how to have a good time.’

What I do with the stuff I purchase is not for you to wink and nod and make weird comments about.

(All ‘you’ in the general sense.)

Oh, and the self scanners at the grocery store. If you don’t know how to work it, as for help. Don’t stand there attempting to bar code scan that apple 65 times before you push that little assistance button. Also, if I offer a helpful suggestion like ‘I think it wants you to weigh the apple.’ telling me that these ‘Infernal machines’ just don’t work right and attempting65 more times to scan it will not help the situation. It will, however, up my level of available scanner readiness to ‘Extreme’.

And to that guy at Dirty Bird (aka Giant Eagle for you 'burgh Dopers), it is neither cute nor funny to yell out ‘Is that a cockroach?’ when you see mud on the floor.

I have lots of them, (peeves that is), but my most recent one happened while grocery shopping. Hey Publix, you know what I do when I can’t find the freaking price? I put the stuff back and forget about it. It’s too bad, because I really wanted those ice cream cones too. I also put the ice cream back.

I too am one that would prefer that people leave their skreiking, crying, drooling little tasmanian devils at home. There seems to be a law out here that you have to bring at least six of them with you into the store…and let them rum completely wild.

I also hate those fellow shoppers who seem to think I am invisible. The ones who, when I am shopping a rack will reach directly over/in front of me without so much as a 'scuse me. Makes me wanna just bite them on that hand to let them know I’m there :smiley:

Oh yeah…and let’s not forget people who have to stand THISCLOSE to you in the checkout line (because doing that, of course will get them out of their faster) :rolleyes: