Nah them prics is there. They just gotten so good at hiding in plain sight that you never see them. It’s actually quite the feat to stock the shelves and not be seen at the same time. Plus you got the credit card hounds chasing you around the store. So it goes two ways. Is that an employee or is that the weeping mastercard angel? Better stay away. Or if you make eye contact with them, you moving too damn fast trough the isles to ask for help if you even do see someone.
Now home hardware, on the other hand, is like playing minesweeper where every damn tile is a mine. You can’t walk a meter in any direction with out someone dead stare into your eyes asking if you need any help? You beter know what fuck you came in here for son. Half the time, the panic sets in and now you buying shit you don’t need like door mats or fuses when you came in for a damn Robertson bit.
Oh my god fuck the credit card hounds, they just keep creeping that fucking desk closer and closer to the entrance, now it’s literally next to the gate with a plexiglass in front of them.
They used to send me into panic attacks, and I’ve gotten into verbal altercations with them in the past because they’re selling predatory financial services to vulnerable people with no financial literacy, now I just recite “no thanks, I’m just here to shop” if I can’t ignore them and it seems to work, but fucking hell, that alone made me switch from Canadian Tire to Rona for most of my needs.
Lmfao they have less than one employee per department, there generally aren’t more than 6 employees, including management, in their massive store.
Nah them prics is there. They just gotten so good at hiding in plain sight that you never see them. It’s actually quite the feat to stock the shelves and not be seen at the same time. Plus you got the credit card hounds chasing you around the store. So it goes two ways. Is that an employee or is that the weeping mastercard angel? Better stay away. Or if you make eye contact with them, you moving too damn fast trough the isles to ask for help if you even do see someone.
Now home hardware, on the other hand, is like playing minesweeper where every damn tile is a mine. You can’t walk a meter in any direction with out someone dead stare into your eyes asking if you need any help? You beter know what fuck you came in here for son. Half the time, the panic sets in and now you buying shit you don’t need like door mats or fuses when you came in for a damn Robertson bit.
Oh my god fuck the credit card hounds, they just keep creeping that fucking desk closer and closer to the entrance, now it’s literally next to the gate with a plexiglass in front of them.
They used to send me into panic attacks, and I’ve gotten into verbal altercations with them in the past because they’re selling predatory financial services to vulnerable people with no financial literacy, now I just recite “no thanks, I’m just here to shop” if I can’t ignore them and it seems to work, but fucking hell, that alone made me switch from Canadian Tire to Rona for most of my needs.