They make me mean – I can’t even help it

What the hell is with greeters in every single store?  It used to be just Walmart and they didn’t bother me much because I make it a rule not to shop in there.  I have my reasons – and you should too.  But this isn’t a political blog so, I’ll shut up about that.

Now there are greeters everywhere.  You can’t shop without being accosted.  When we go into Blockbusters the teenage staff hollars at you from the counter.  Subway actually yells at you the minute you walk in the door.  I’m in Target at least once a week – sometimes more – and you can’t walk down the aisles without the red-shirt brigade stopping you. 

“Can I help you find something?”  Really?  In Target?  I’ll bet I can tell them where a few things are in that store. 

I work for a very, very large bank – in the mortgage department.  I walked into my local banking branch today to make a deposit and wasn’t even five steps in the door before some little schmo jumped me. 

“How can I help you today?” 

First off, you can get the hell out of my face.  “I’m just making a deposit,” I told him as I veered around his skinny little road block.

“Let me escort you to the teller line.”  Seriously?  Little man had better get his hand off my arm.

“I’m fine.  I sincerely doubt I”ll get lost on the way across the room to that large area defined by the velvet ropes.”

The worst of it is Safeway.  I rarely shop there.  Wanna know why?  Those people are like cult members at the airport.  I’ll get asked 15 times if they can help me find something from the front door to the milk and back up front to the check out line.  By the 3rd or 4th time I’m not able to control the irritation in my voice.  7th and 8th or so and I’m rude and snarky.  11th – 15th and I’m not even forming words, just growling.

I don’t want to be bitchy.  Well sometimes I do, but a person can only take so much.  Customer service needs to back the hell up and give a shopper some room.