I just sat down to write my blog and outside my apartment there are about five, six kids jumping up and down, screaming their lungs off and just acting like a bunch of riffraff. Ah, isn’t a target’s life just wonderful.
I was at a store I won’t name. Those of you who read my blog know the name of the store and how much I hate the place. And I’m sure you who don’t know the name of the store are probably saying to yourself: So why do you go there? I go there because it’s convenient. I don’t have a car and I have to lug all the things I buy home. This is the closest place to my apartment.
Well, anyway, as I was writing.
As soon as I stepped on the property of the store, the security guard passes by in his little toy car. Every single time I go to the store, he’s the first thing I see. As always, he gets on his radio and warns everyone in the store I’m on the way in. The loud music begins to play as soon as I enter. Everyone suddenly has to be where I am. I go to the deli, no one around. Not one soul, but suddenly, before I even give my order to the deli person, there are about ten, twelve people surrounding me. While I’m waiting for my order, I feel someone watching me. I turn to my left, and there, in the cheese section, is a security guard watching me. He immediately leaves and heads for the manager’s office. He looked at me as if I was stealing something. I was going through my handbag to get my debit card out before I went to the cashier. While going through my bag, I feel someone else’s eyes on me. It is the store manager, he’s staring at me and has a cart full of things trying to look as if he’s doing something. I get my deli order and walk to get a bottle of water. I get my bottle water and turn to see the store manager watching me. I’m beginning to feel angry that these idiots are watching me. I’d like to say something, but I control my outburst.
I go to the cashier to pay, there’s a person ahead of me in line and she’s paying the cashier. Behind me, a line builds up right away. Within about a minute, there are about twenty people in line. I can feel the anger building up inside of me that I have to put up with this garbage everywhere I go. I let a lot of the idiots get in line ahead of me. I have to calm myself down, or else I’ll tell every one of the idiots off. (Just writing this is making me angry.)
I finally get my debit card out and pay.
I head toward the door to leave. There’s the manager standing by the door. I give him a dirty look. I dare him by my look to say something to me. He looks at me and he looks like he’s about to say something, but decides not to. He takes off with his cart. I leave the store and suddenly feel the urge to go back in the store and tell the manager off. I go back in the store, but I can’t find the manager and quickly leave. I know if I stay around the store, I will definitely be arrested. I quickly walk away, all the time cursing all the idiots under my breath.
Another great day in Perplandia.
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Have you tried emailing corporate? Ask the manager his name next time, that’s all you have to say, “what is your name?”. Knowledge is power.
I wrote corporate a letter and called them, and told them the names. They told me they would get back to me. So far, nothing. This place is known for being a Nazi store. A lot of targets complain about it.
Hi honey…..get brave….name the stores…add their pictures to your blog… they hate being exposed……when the group come outside…video record them every time….they will leave….when yelling at them…say things like….”I heard the group down the street get paid 500 to do what you do….your under paid…there using you…this week its me….next week its you…”…or things like….I can’t wait till your turn comes….in the manner in which your judging… will be applied back ten fold….”…and…ITS TRUE….they don’t get it….they use them…then abuse them….so don’t feel too down….knowing there next keeps me afloat…..
there are a lot of trailer park community that are a lot more private.
Where in Las Vegas? I haven’t seen too many. I think I saw one in Henderson, but it was wall-to-wall trailers. Too many people.