Good thing you have a membership card because we don’t allow people like you in here

Yesterday, on a Sunday, I was foolish enough to take my children and myself over to Costco.  Sunday’s at Costco, in our town, are best avoided unless you absolutely cannot do without a giant basket full of groceries that will see you through a zombie apocalypse.

Anyway, I sailed through the front entrance with some speed because it was 109 degrees (I do not lie, we live in the desert and are experiencing record heat the past few days) and I wanted to feel some air conditioning after nearly melting on my way across the parking lot. 

I was quickly followed and stopped by one of the people at the front door who stand there and do nothing.

“Ma’am, can I see your card?”

I started to fumble around in my purse for my wallet, mumbling to my fourteen year old about even needing to dig it out and how I hadn’t showed it at the front door, in like, FOREVER. 

The “do nothing” employee decided to lecture me on why he needed to see my card. 

I responded by saying that no one would go in there if they couldn’t buy lots of big stuff and that I was certain that EVERYONE ON THE PLANET knew they needed a membership card since they’d been around for several decades now. 

Instead of leaving it at that, he continued his lecture on how people have cards and leave them in the car, or their other wallet, or on the kitchen table, or blah, blah, blah, blah, on and on.

Dear Costco,

Please implement immediate training for all “do nothing” greeter employees that customers do not need to be lectured on their way into the store.  Lecturing customers is never appropriate unless you are a doctor or a professor.  Thank you.

Sincerely,

Card Carrying Costco Member Who Spends Approximately $400.00 Every Time I’m In There

And don’t get me started on what the heck the employees at the exit are really doing when they pretend to look over your receipt and grocery cart and then write on your receipt with a pink highlighter – that’s a whole other blog . . .

Maybe it’s just us, but the “help” at stores these days are becoming increasingly less helpful and more annoying. Either they’re stalking you through the store like a gazelle, or they’re rude beyond comprehension. When’s the last time you were so exasperated by a clerk you considered going out to the car to get a taser?