I am really mad about those dirtbags trying to give us a warm fuzzy about Crapmart. They think because they hire a few old geezers to yak with the customers, that I’m going to rush out and buy a year’s worth of toilet paper from them! This is bull! I’d rather pay 2X the price, and buy from a guy I trust-and, I don’t need a hug from some old coot who has three pensions (and probably more money than god!).
To Crapmart-stuff it!!
dashing my hopes and dreams. I was really looking foward to my 60’s and 70’s when I can get the ULTIMATE job. Greeting at Walmart or bagging groceries at Publix! Man, hangin’ around getting to smash bread and eggs, while getting cheap thrills and hugs from the lonely 30 something housewifes. Now you come along and tell me that none of these women will appreciate my lifelong, finely-honed, hugging talents. Screw you for ruining my day!
later, Tom. : wink :
What’s the purpose of hiring senior citizen “greeters?” To prove that the older generation still can participate in meaningful employment? They’re disproving it by giving them such nothing jobs!
I don’t like being pounced upon when I enter a store. I’m there on a mission.
I don’t want a hug, I don’t want to smile, I don’t want to pseudo-bond. If I wanted to commiserate with people paid to bond with me, I’d consider prostitutes or therapy.
It hijacks my comfort level entering the store. Any of you touchy-feely types out there actually look forward to this? Light up when you see there will be some old stranger to have a convo with as you enter the store? And maybe, if you’re really good, you’ll get a hug or a smiley sticker!
When do we get to finger-paint?
Usually, an affixed “don’t fuck with me” gaze and walking at a brisk pace past the old-fogey-ambush-area does the trick.
Actually, I wouldn’t mind the greeters if they actually knew something about the store. On the occasions I’ve encountered them, I’ve usually asked “where do I find the ______?” and they have no clue and have to find someone else to get an answer.
I don’t go to Wal-Mart to socialize, I go there to find a specific item and then I get the hell out. Anything that interferes with that goal is an annoyance.
This is a little off topic, but have you seen that ridiculous commercial for Wal-Mart where the couple is getting married and the husband-to-be says to the camera, “I asked my wife(to-be) where she wanted to get her engagement ring, and she said Wal-Mart.” And the dopey wife is sittin’ there bouncing her head up and down. Jesuuz.
Very nice dude. Only really classy people get their wedding paraphenalia from the Wal.
Stop the presses. Are you telling me that you’ve been hugged by Wal*Mart greeters? ::Shudder:: Dear Lord, I don’t mind a friendly “HiwelcometoWalmartwouldyoulikeacart?” but a frickin’ hug? Please, say it ain’t so…
I’ve often wondered how an outfit like Wal-Mart that pays their people such crappy wages has the money for greeters. Then it dawned on me. Their real purpose is not to greet customers and provide hugs. It’s inventory control. They’re there to make sure you’re not leaving with something you, um, forgot to pay for. And they get these cut-rate security people without having to provide much in the way of benefits because most of their medical expenses are covered my Medicare. Hence the retirees and handicapped people filling the “greeter” function.
If I need a hug, I’ll go to church. I get lots of hugs at church.
From Wal-Mart geezer #3 in some dumbass commercial:
Try it, grandpa, and that smile will quickly be upside-down inside the nearest dumpster.
If I went into WalMart and someone hugged me, I’d fecking kill.
Besides, I work at Kmart and the customers are gross-who’d want to HUG them, (Unless they’re friends of mine…)
My wife and I got married about 9 months ago … we registered at a couple of stores and then she wanted to register at Wal-Mart. I drew the line there! I realize that many of our gifts (kitchen stuff mostly) came from Wal-Mart but I refuse to register my freaking wedding there!!