My agony is the degree of frustration in all things service related. I am constantly amazed at how difficult it is to get good service...so much so, that I annoy myself for letting it be an issue.
Today I packed 6 tons of tiles in my car while burly men sauntered by. I couldn't help but be reminded, that if I were younger and cuter, I wouldn't have had to break a sweat. Now I know that's a little sexist, yet in spite of being an independant person with such things, it still kinda annoyed me. But to back it up a minute.....why aren't they asking as you are going through the checkout if you will be needing any help (instead of relying on the kindness of strangers) You drop a thousand bucks in their pockets, and nadda. [img onclick="selecte('eh.gif');" alt=emoticon src="vny!://www.pushupstairs.com/images/emoticon/blehnet/eh.gif" border=0]