Those Deli workers need to stop chatting

I'm a pretty tolerant person. So, if I do complain about something, its not a issue that happens only once.

I ordered a 8 piece chicken deal. I payed up front and discovered I had got only 6 pieces. I returned to the deli. The cashier is ringing up a co-worker. Then they proceed to chit chat. And I'm standing there right behind the co-worker staring at the cashier. 5 minutes I stood there waiting for their conversation to be over. 5 minutes is not very long, but when you are short 2 chicken...it seemed like forever.

Today, I went over to get a potatoe salad. The cashier is chatting it up again with some customer. But with the body language, it appears they know each other well. The other deli worker said hello but she has to help another customer. Again, I stood there watching the cashier chat it up for 5 minutes.


Maybe because I'm Asian. I get that allot. People think they can just ignore Asian people. They feel we con't complain and won't mind waiting.

Whatever the reason, if I have to wait 5 minutes again, for a Cashier to finish chit chatting, I'm going to make a scene.

I don't mind them talking, but they can see me clearly waiting there.

Its a sad day

I just learned the happiest safeway employee has put in her 2 week notice. She always greets me with a smile. She is only 17. The world has yet to harden her soul to humanity. I knew awhile back that she would not be employed at Safeway for very long. Her personality oozes of friendliness and niceness. That kind of talent will eventually find its way to other bigger and better employment. But I didn't think it would be this soon.


2 weeks ago, I bought a few things. The cashier, a middle aged lady, smiled and said hello to me. Was pretty friendly. Now I don't know if she recognized me. But I'm at Safeway everyday around the same time. You pretty much must see me when you go in and out of the employee break room.
Well, the next day, I went out front to the smoking area. And I noticed the cashier was there also, taking a break. Smoking her cigarrette. So I decided to be friendly and make a comment to her. I said "Don't you ever wish we didn't have to smoke right here? I feel bad some people have to walk around us to avoid the smoke."
The cashier at first didn't give any sign of hearing me. Then she looked at me. No expression. No response. And looked back forward.


See, there is the "Paid Friendliness" and there is the "Genuine Friendliness". My favorite Safeway employee had the "Genuine Friendliness" and now she will be gone.

abandoned car

Ok Safeway people. Its the 3rd day, a red car is abandoned in a handicaped parking space. The car is right in front. He parked it in an angel. He took up 2 handicapped spaces. I've actually talked to him the day he left it there. He's got a few mental problems. It was really hard to understand him. He thinks I'm Native Indian. He took all his belongings out of the car.

Its time to tow it.

A Liter of Coke a day

A lanky mentally disabled homeless man comes in almost everyday. He walks very slowly with a limp. When he sits down, he rocks back and forth on his chair. Once, I had the disadvantage of being on the table behind him. He rocked back and forth so hard, his chair moved back and bumps my table. I had to move my table back.

I've never taken a real good look at the man. He is older. clothe are dirty everyday. But with most mentally disabled people, I try not to stare. I understand sometimes it spooks them.

But nothing about the man has ever seemed noteworthy to me, until today.

I've just noticed something about him today. When he comes in. He always get a liter of Coke. And he sits there and chugs down that liter of Coke until its empty. That's all he eats. Its all he drinks. 1 liter of that coke everyday. And of course he leaves the empty bottle and bag for someone to clean up after him.

Its never Pepsi. And come to think about it. I believe he uses the same chair everytime.

We are creatures of habit.

Me and smoking---I"m choking here!

I'm a smoker. Not the heaviest smoker in the world but I'm a smoker. I think I do it out of boredom. At work, I don't smoke and have no problems. When I'm around my son, I don't smoke.

The strange thing about me and smoking, When I'm not smoking, I hate the smell of smoke. A smoker who hates the smell of smoke...odd.

So, I"m sitting here at Safeway in the corner on a bench. The bench is around 12 feet long with 3 tables in front of it. I'm sitting at one of the ends.

A elderly gentleman comes in and reeks of smoke. It is so freaken strong! Its all in his clothe and smells awful! I smelled him when he was 10 feet away. And now, instead of taking the other table farthest from me, he decides to take the table right next to me!!! I"m choking here!!

I'm typing, and he's 3 feet away. One leg crossed over the other. He's bobbing one leg up and down. Taking his sweet time eating something he bought in the deli section. If i had to guess, he is clearly homeless. But even homeless people should respect my space.

That's it, I"m taking a break and going outside to have a smoke.

Mysteries are good

Almost everyday, late in the afternoon, this well mannered Hispanic man would come in the sitting area with a laptop and an assistant. He sets up his laptop and everyday there is a couple new Hispanic people with him.

I have no clue what is going on. I can't speak Spanish. Its like everyday. Even on the weekends. And all this time watching him, I can't tell if he is selling them something. Educating them. Maybe he is a complete fraud stealing from immigrants. I mean, who makes their office at Safeway?

I really have no idea what is going on. All I know is, they all sit around , talk allot and stare at the laptop.

But incidently, I really don't want to find out. I'm sure I can just easily ask him. But sometimes, mysterious are good. Besides, there can only be 2 outcomes if I ask him.

1. The answer is so simple and the aura of the mystery is over. Basicaly a let down.
2. The answer he give me sounds good but is a lie.

What's with the Baggers attire?

I just noticed the teenage baggers wear ties? There is nothing wrong with it. They look good. I really have no complaints.

But when you see some baggers running out into the hot son to fetch carts wearing a tie......Well, I don't know the right expression. Its fine, but you know the thought of like...hmmmmm...tie...hmmmmm.


I don't know why lately I"ve been writing about those teenagers running after carts lately. I guess its the thought that someday, one of these cart fetchers will rise to supervise 100 employees under them at some unknown company.

And mathematically, one of them will end up in prison.