A rather hurtful experience with a man working at Walmart today triggered this memory of its neighbor Sams. This is a while back. I am walking in minding my own business. I've given Sam's Club all over the South several thousands of dollars of business for many years. This man is taking donations for the veterans on Memorial Day. Happy to do it! But for no reason - I mean NO REASON - he snaps, How about a donation? as if ordering me and then snaps, How about if I shoot that dog off your purse? I have a black Scottie embroidered on my purse. SORRY! I say, oh no, lightheartedly, and he whips his back around on me with a real dirty look, ready to ask for the next donation from the next customer! Last time I was here I checked out and a woman looked at my card, laughed at me, mispronounced my name, and actually asked me to upgrade after all that. I've been asked to upgrade for years - don't they know people would upgrade if they wanted to? I barely go into Sams anymore anyway. Wonder why?
I make a special hour-long trip to Publix because I'm stuck in a part of Tennessee where there is no Publix, only Walmart and Krogers (argh). They are ALWAYS nice to me in Publix. They treat you like you are somebody. And they sell wine! Cool! I love Publix!