My dearest Jewel-Osco,
Why must you insist on us having such a love-hate relationship?
Providing only four employees – one for each of two lanes, a bagger, and a supervisor for four self-checkouts – on a busy Friday night when all of Boystown and Wrigleyville needs to stock up on their weekend refreshments, is probably not the smartest staffing decision. Especially the weekend that Chicago’s plastic bag ban takes effect.
And especially if a decrepit 93-year-old Mr. Miyagi lookalike is your bag boy?
While I love you and your broad selection of delicious food, your checkout lines on a Friday night are the reason I keep Treasure Island around as my mistress…
You see, it’s like this… Continue reading