And that was the good (?) part of the day.
Enter our trusty store cop-wanna-be's:
I went to Meijer's, against my better judgment. I HATE that store and can honestly say if I go there 3 times a year that is probably an exaggeration. It is the closest store to Bryan's and I wanted to get him a couple freezer ice packs and some snacks.
Meijer's is a one stop shop ... groceries, clothes, appliances, pharmacy, photo studio, hair salon, bank, you want it, it's probably there ... an all in one kind of place. They are in Michigan, Ohio, Illinois, Indiana, and Kentucky. Yes, I had to look that up because I try to close my eyes and ears to any information about them.
I won't go into detail on my opinion of the store and the typical "Meijer" shopper because I am afraid I cannot be politically correct. Same goes for their fine employees.
So, I get the ice packs, some munchies and Gatorade and decided to go look at DVD's. I picked out a movie and headed to the check out. My items are paid for, bagged and I am on my way. So I though.
When I passed through the doors the security buzzers went off. We have all been in stores where they go off. Some people keep walking. Some stop with a look of " wha-aat? I paid for this". Most customers ignore it thinking there was just a security tag left on an item.
Not this time.
As I stopped and turned around a security guard yelled "STOP THAT WOMAN." I wasn't expecting that and embarrassed said, "I stopped as soon as I heard the buzz". Just then a woman security guard came up and escorted me by the elbow away from the door. I pulled back and said, "I am sure it's a DVD I just bought that has triggered the alarm." Mr. Stop That Woman loudly says "You'd better have a receipt for that."
I had two bags in my hands and my purse looped through my arm. I held out both bags and said, "You'll have to hold the bags so I can get the receipt out of my purse". The woman security guard took her place behind me, so I don't bolt I suppose, as Mr. Stop That Woman reluctantly took my bags. I handed him the receipt and he went down each item and looked into the bags. SHOCK, I actually had paid for everything in the bags.
Not even an apology, a thank you, or an acknowledgment that the cashier forgot to deactivate the security strip. Just an, "OK lady, you can go now".
I can go now? How kind of them. I hesitated, wanting to say what was on my mind, but then again I realized the level of people I was dealing with, so I just left ... never to return again.
If I had the guts, I would have said on my way out ... "suck-kah you didn't check my purse."
