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It was a quiet Friday afternoon at the local Target. Kids were in school, parents were at work. I went in to grab one thing, and I was ready to go through checkout. A smiling woman said “I’ll get you over here, baby,” motioning to the register she was walking over to. I cringe when professional employees call me affectionate names. But I live in the south, so that’s kind of like saying you don’t like the cold winters when you live in Chicago. “How are you today?” I asked her. “Oh, these hot flashes just keep sneaking up on me,” she said, taking a break from the one item I was purchasing to fan herself with a piece of paper. (Whoa, lady, a simple I’m fine would have been enough for me!) “Do you have any coupons?” she asked. “No, I don’t,” I responded. As the receipt printed out, she noticed a coupon for $1 off 3 greeting cards on the end of it. “Well you do now! Go buy some cards for your girlfriend,” she said, completely ignoring the wedding ring on the hand that I used to take the receipt. In a matter of 3 minutes, I was called “baby”, expected to sympathize about her hot flashes, and then had my marital status and sexuality assumed by a total stranger. Am I the only one who thinks this transaction should have went a different way? 
First off, I love the title of this post. Secondly, I work at Target in the North, and we don’t have cashiers that call our Guests “Baby.” I also know it gets hot in the store sometimes, but it’s not that hot. Look for the SNL Target clip w/Justin Timberlake, and I think you’ll enjoy it. Posted by codawg on Tue, Sep 16, 2008 @ 11:10 pm Leave a comment
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