Working retail is no holiday in season of peace and joy
We who work retail every day cordially invite everyone who doesn’t to work in a store, any store, in the weeks of the Christmas season. You might understand better why Christmas merchandise and decorations go on the shelves the day after Halloween. The sheer volume would overwhelm our stockrooms where our normal, everyday products are kept. Many people shop early, either for better choices or because they send gifts overseas.
Most store ads explain that selections may vary from what is pictured because products are selected for the customer traffic of that particular store. Limits are set on more popular and limited items so everyone can get their fair share ó there are people who go out and come back in several times ó if the shoe was on the other foot, that customer would be very upset.
This is the season of peace and joy, but the closer the holiday gets, the ruder and more unpleasant some customers get.
I really doubt that the wise men argued whether frankincense was more expensive than gold.
I doubt that the people who came to see baby Jesus complained that the line was too slow.
We all do our best to keep our lines moving, but sometimes it’s the person across the counter from us holding up progress because she’s hunting for her elusive coupons so she can get 50 cents off, or the person buying cigarettes is upset because we had to ID him.
Anytime you get tired of your job, try ours for a week. Maybe you’ll be more tolerant.
ó Christine A. Granniss
Cleveland
Thanks to safety workers
At this time of the year, with everyone busy getting ready for Christmas and New Year’s, we should stop and think about our local police officers and firefighters.
These brave men and women are protecting us every day of our lives. Just think about it. They work every day, on duty 24 hours a day, seven days a week. They risk life and limb to protect us.
I know I am very grateful for the help they have given me when I called them at 2:30 a.m. to ask for help with my husband. They came right over with a big smile and helped my husband back into the bed. He had fallen, and I could not lift him. Since then, my husband has passed, but I want everyone to know how the police and firefighters have helped me and how much I appreciated them.
I think we owe them a big thank you. I know a thank you is not enough, but if everyone told them how much they are appreciated, I think it might make life a little nicer for them.
ó Carol Bruno
Salisbury