Walgreens and Trolls.
I had the great misfortune to visit your store so my wife could get a passport photo taken. I was having a pleasant day until I encountered Walgreens employees. Before I begin my tale of woe, I must assure you that the pharmacy department does a terrific job. However, this is not the first time I have been treated as if I was a burden from an employee in this retail establishment.
Upon entering the store, I could not locate a Walgreens minion at the photo counter. I asked one of your androids at the front counter for someone to assist me. In a language one could barely call English, she has to call for a customer service person twice in an approximate two minute span I was waiting for.
Finally, one of your acolytes appear. It was troll like in appearance, with an unkempt beard and a nasty attitude. I guess I would have an unsavory disposition too if I lived underneath a bridge and snacked on street urchins. This bearded menace did not even give eye contact or say hello. I told him I needed a photograph for a passport. He just pointed at where my wife should stand to take the photo.
What happens next is a little bizarre. The gentleman with the unkempt beard waited upon someone else first, even though we were first in line. This customer informed the ogre that we were in line first. The hirsute employee didn’t even ask us if it was ok to be waited upon second.
I don’t like being wrong. I am usually correct in all my decisions and opinions. Before entering this fluorescent lit purgatory, Susan stated this was a bad idea. How right she was. While the bearded mammal was prattling on with a co-worker, Susan just blankly stared at me.
I must also bring up another point. Who makes the decisions concerning the music selection? Terrible 80’s music and poor customer service is no way to run a business. If I had to listen to that excrement all day, perhaps I would forget to shave and have a poor attitude.
It was only when I exclaimed out loud that my experience at Walgreens was terrible that Shaggy began speaking to me. I guess he was afraid of a complaint. Perhaps he was taken aback that I voiced my opinion. Too bad breaded weirdo. Not only is this missive being sent to the Walgreens Stasi via www.wagcares.com, it is also being published in a few other places as well!