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sethrakThis isn't very Christian of me, but I am starting to really hate certain types of people. Specifically, K-Mart customers who only seem to have selective literacy. Oh, they can read, all right. They can even read teeny tiny print when the whim strikes them. They just can't read the entire sign, and are terribly shocked that anyone could expect them to.
Example: Thanksgiving weekend. We had Joe Boxer brand flannel men's sleep pants on sale, buy one get one fifty percent off. The sign was very specific. So was the ad. Yet, people kept bringing up polyester pants, or cotton non-flannel pants; or pants that were flannel, all right, but not the Joe Boxer brand. I hate to break it to all the Pittsburg Steeler fans in Hampton Roads, but Joe Boxer does not sell pants with your team's logo emblazoned upon them. Then they'd get all huffy about how "the sign was *right* *there*!". Or, "it didn't say what *kind* of pants!". Or my favorite, "you signs are so misleading! Kmart always does this! I should've gone to Wal-Mart!"
Never mind that the ad had the correct information. No, they hadn't seen the ad, and were going by the sign.
Believe me, I checked on my fifteen minute break. The sign said the exact same thing. >_<
Never mind that the words describing the pants were the same size as the words "Buy one get one 50%". No, they swore the description was in a deliberately smaller font to trick them.
The most fun of all is when people see a sign that says "x percentage off on Blah-blah items" in one section of the store, go into a different section of the store which does not have that sign, and then take items from the signless area to the cashier and expect the sale price.
Example: Today. I got stuck not only working Christmas Eve, but working as a cashier again, instead of my new job as Materials Claims and Control Associate.
And oh, did we ever have fun with the selectively literate. "30% off on all Christmas decorations," the sign in the Seasonal dept. said. Not wrapping paper. Not bows. Not tissue paper. Not gift bags. We did have some sales on some of those items, but not all, and not specifically 30% off.
There aren't any displays of gift-wrapping items in the Seasonal Dept. Gift-wrapping items are all in the Garden Shop. Garden Shop does not have any of those signs saying "30% off on all Christmas decorations". No, Garden Shop is Christmas tree territory, and gift-wrapping territory, and for some reason, musical singing-and-dancing plushie territory. I really did not need to know that someone, somewhere, thinks there is a market for a bootie-shaking Santa who does a cover of Sir Mixalot's "Baby Got Back" as "Santa's Got Back". ::convulsive shudder:: It is not saucy. It is not clever. Nor is it amusing. I hope the inventor of those things has a slot reserved for him in one of the more unpleasant areas of Purgatory.
In short: Two. Separate. Areas.
So, dear lady who tried to tell me that the signs "right over" the giftwrap declaring Christmas decor is 30% need to be moved elsewhere so as to be "less misleading", I wish you and the others of your ilk a merry Christmas and bid you kindly fuck off.
Edit: Second grinchy rant: People who do not grasp basic parenting. No, not work-related - although that lady whose son barfed all over my aisle and who from the sound of things knew he was sick before she brought him in - and wasn't there to buy him medicine! - has a special place on my naughty list.
Nope, at the moment I'm pissed at parents who cannot control their children in church.
This is the second year Dav attended Christmas Mass with me. It will be the last. I cannot blame him, because I wanted to smack the kids in front of us too. I'm just grateful he chose to step outside when it got to be more than he could bear, instead of saying something to the mother or the children. Judging by his acerbic remarks to people in front of us in store lines, I doubt if it would have gone well.
Both parents were present. They had four children, under the age of six. The two younger children were *very* young. I doubt if those two stay quiet and good through an entire Mass on a normal Sunday. Expecting them to be quiet and good for an hour and a half of a Christmas Vigil was just plain stupid. If both parents are in the picture, take turns going to one of the Christmas Masses solo while the other stays home with the kids. That way both parents get to enjoy Mass, and the rest of the parish can hear the Gospel read by that poor little elderly Asian priest whose first language was clearly not English. Read one of the Christmas Gospels to the kids as a bedtime story. Then they can understand that Christmas is not just about Santa. The bouncier of the little girls kept asking her mother when Santa was going to be in church. >_< Her brother had a large clunky plastic cassette player, which he clattered against the pew periodically. Thank Heaven for small mercies, his mother wasn't quite dumb enough to have let him bring along a cassette as well. Why would a parent let a child bring that in for any reason? >_< My parents gave us little illustrated Bible storybooks to read, and coloring books. Nice *quiet* activities to keep us from being naughty out of boredom during Mass. And they took us out of the main Church when we got rambunctious.
::sigh:: Now I need to go finish wrapping parents before Dav asks me again if I've forgotten it needs doing. :p
Merry Christmas everybody.
Example: Thanksgiving weekend. We had Joe Boxer brand flannel men's sleep pants on sale, buy one get one fifty percent off. The sign was very specific. So was the ad. Yet, people kept bringing up polyester pants, or cotton non-flannel pants; or pants that were flannel, all right, but not the Joe Boxer brand. I hate to break it to all the Pittsburg Steeler fans in Hampton Roads, but Joe Boxer does not sell pants with your team's logo emblazoned upon them. Then they'd get all huffy about how "the sign was *right* *there*!". Or, "it didn't say what *kind* of pants!". Or my favorite, "you signs are so misleading! Kmart always does this! I should've gone to Wal-Mart!"
Never mind that the ad had the correct information. No, they hadn't seen the ad, and were going by the sign.
Believe me, I checked on my fifteen minute break. The sign said the exact same thing. >_<
Never mind that the words describing the pants were the same size as the words "Buy one get one 50%". No, they swore the description was in a deliberately smaller font to trick them.
The most fun of all is when people see a sign that says "x percentage off on Blah-blah items" in one section of the store, go into a different section of the store which does not have that sign, and then take items from the signless area to the cashier and expect the sale price.
Example: Today. I got stuck not only working Christmas Eve, but working as a cashier again, instead of my new job as Materials Claims and Control Associate.
And oh, did we ever have fun with the selectively literate. "30% off on all Christmas decorations," the sign in the Seasonal dept. said. Not wrapping paper. Not bows. Not tissue paper. Not gift bags. We did have some sales on some of those items, but not all, and not specifically 30% off.
There aren't any displays of gift-wrapping items in the Seasonal Dept. Gift-wrapping items are all in the Garden Shop. Garden Shop does not have any of those signs saying "30% off on all Christmas decorations". No, Garden Shop is Christmas tree territory, and gift-wrapping territory, and for some reason, musical singing-and-dancing plushie territory. I really did not need to know that someone, somewhere, thinks there is a market for a bootie-shaking Santa who does a cover of Sir Mixalot's "Baby Got Back" as "Santa's Got Back". ::convulsive shudder:: It is not saucy. It is not clever. Nor is it amusing. I hope the inventor of those things has a slot reserved for him in one of the more unpleasant areas of Purgatory.
In short: Two. Separate. Areas.
So, dear lady who tried to tell me that the signs "right over" the giftwrap declaring Christmas decor is 30% need to be moved elsewhere so as to be "less misleading", I wish you and the others of your ilk a merry Christmas and bid you kindly fuck off.
Edit: Second grinchy rant: People who do not grasp basic parenting. No, not work-related - although that lady whose son barfed all over my aisle and who from the sound of things knew he was sick before she brought him in - and wasn't there to buy him medicine! - has a special place on my naughty list.
Nope, at the moment I'm pissed at parents who cannot control their children in church.
This is the second year Dav attended Christmas Mass with me. It will be the last. I cannot blame him, because I wanted to smack the kids in front of us too. I'm just grateful he chose to step outside when it got to be more than he could bear, instead of saying something to the mother or the children. Judging by his acerbic remarks to people in front of us in store lines, I doubt if it would have gone well.
Both parents were present. They had four children, under the age of six. The two younger children were *very* young. I doubt if those two stay quiet and good through an entire Mass on a normal Sunday. Expecting them to be quiet and good for an hour and a half of a Christmas Vigil was just plain stupid. If both parents are in the picture, take turns going to one of the Christmas Masses solo while the other stays home with the kids. That way both parents get to enjoy Mass, and the rest of the parish can hear the Gospel read by that poor little elderly Asian priest whose first language was clearly not English. Read one of the Christmas Gospels to the kids as a bedtime story. Then they can understand that Christmas is not just about Santa. The bouncier of the little girls kept asking her mother when Santa was going to be in church. >_< Her brother had a large clunky plastic cassette player, which he clattered against the pew periodically. Thank Heaven for small mercies, his mother wasn't quite dumb enough to have let him bring along a cassette as well. Why would a parent let a child bring that in for any reason? >_< My parents gave us little illustrated Bible storybooks to read, and coloring books. Nice *quiet* activities to keep us from being naughty out of boredom during Mass. And they took us out of the main Church when we got rambunctious.
::sigh:: Now I need to go finish wrapping parents before Dav asks me again if I've forgotten it needs doing. :p
Merry Christmas everybody.
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Date: 2005-12-27 12:16 am (UTC)I sweet-talked him into it this year and last year on the grounds that it's Christmas and therefore time for families to be together. ^_^ Unfortunately, last year we accidentally attended the Children's Mass, and were squeezed into standing-room-only spots behind the last pew and the cry-room, cheek-by-jowl to perfect strangers and their bouncy kindergarten aged children. You know Dav and his thing about crowds.... ::sigh:: This year, I picked the *second* Mass after the official Children's Masses. 7:30 pm, right? Little tots should be asleep dreaming of toys, or lying awake hoping they hear reindeer on the roof, right?
Wrong! >_< See above. He swore never to do it again. And I can completely understand why. An hour and a half Christmas Mass, in an uncomfortable chair, stuck behind brats, is too much to ask of someone who doesn't believe.
Dratted kids.... Dratted ineffectual parents....
Anyway! ^_^ How was Aiden's first Christmas? Did he like his toys, or was he happiet with the wrapping paper?
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Date: 2005-12-27 02:50 am (UTC)