Waiting in Line Protest

Yesterday, I was waiting in line at a store to pay for a couple of items. The lady at the head of it couldn't find her checkbook; when she located it, it had no checks. Next, she's digging for the debit card. La-dee-dah. Suffice it to say that we stood in line for the better part of five minutes. Standing there in an aisle formed by display case after display case of every kind of gum, candy, and chip really rags me.

It's not that I gave up candy for Lent; it's that you pretty much have to give up candy for the duration at this age if you want to remain in your wardrobe. So, I said to the clerk. Now, I am fair-warning you: and the next time I have to stand in your diet-busting aisle, I am going to being dropping an example of each each of your goodies on the floor. I know it is not you, but the manager & the company who decides this, but you need to inform them.

Businesses like to make us think the customer is king, but their bottom lines is really king is their own bottom line.

And it doesn't take much of a critical eye, or even much IQ to see that, but if you don't like it, start doing the same.