Let’s make a deal, Tom Thumb grocery store. Let’s stipulate that “I’m fine,” so you don’t have to ask me, and if I’m not fine, I’ll stop and tell you.
I ran into the Tom Thumb this morning in Preston Center. In the space of five minutes, count ’em, five minutes, I was asked seven times “How are doing, sir?” Three of these inquiries came from employees who were within hearing distance of their colleagues who had just asked that question and been asnwered. This is not friendliness, it is merely an absurd corporate directive to pretend to be friendly.
I was so intent on avoiding eye contact and scurrying through the store as fast as possible that I forgot one of the items on my list. Enough already!
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