I stopped into your grocery store, yesterday early afternoon to pick up some necessities for the Superbowl game; tampons, cupcakes & Coors Light.
I typically praise your establishment – before moving to the area, I was more of a Piggly Wiggly kinda gal.
Sidnote: 7 years ago – before I moved to Wisconsin, I thought Piggly Wiggly was a made up grocery store for the movies.
Before I get ahead of myself let me create a visual of the weather so people can exercise their imaginations accordingly. It’s cold. Insanely windy…I drove through three snow-tornado-spinney-deals on my way through your parking lot. It’s gross & disgusting.
That’s legit but, if I was going to show you something with less credibility…
It’d be more like this:
yOU GUYS HAVE THE MOST DAINTY, YOUNG LADY OUTSIDE SHOVELING.
Wearing her puffy jacket with a fur-lined hood…she’s shoveling the nasty muck all the vehicles have shoved into the walk way in front of your store.
Why is that? Who told her to do that? I picture someone who surely doesn’t want to go shovel themselves…if it was a guy… shame on you.
I briskly made my way through the slop…because it’s miserable outside, but I stopped to say to her…
Are there no able bodied men inside who could be shoveling?
I’d start a petition if I were you…
She gave me this, you have no idea look that I’m decently familiar with.
Inside the warm, cozy building not surprisingly I see a minimum of 5 men putting away produce. I’m not blaming these guys… they are also, just doing their job; doing what they were told to do by hopefully, you – Mr. Manager at Copps in Appleton, on Ballard Road.
I’m not a feminist, obviously.
Please get some men/boys/guys out there to help a girl out. If this girl offered to shovel – more power to her. Good for her; it’s not the most business savvy decision either way. She was struggling; that’s a fact. I’m sure I’m not the only person out of the the plethora of people making last minute trips to the grocery store on Superbowl Sunday to acknowledge it. – it’s a mess & certainly not that young lady’s fault.