Welcome to my refreshed Monday Peeve! Unburden yourself of an annoyance and you’ll feel better afterward. Or not. Complain in my comments or crab in your own post. Doesn’t have to be on a Monday. You do you.
And we’re back! Hope you enjoyed the April peeve hiatus and have been saving up your annoys to regale us with once again. I know I have, so let’s get to it. This won’t be the first time I’ve bitched about store clerks, nor will it be the last, but once again, yes, I KNOW it isn’t their fault and management directs them to be irritating, but guess what? Yep, I’m still gonna complain about it. Call me a Karen if you wish, idgaf.
Specifically, I can’t stand the latest batch of intrusive questions I’ve been subjected to, mostly at banks. No, I don’t mean showing ID, lol. But I’m one of those rare creatures who still needs to go into the bank regularly, and invariably some employee will either ask me if it’s my day off or if I’m “done for the day.” Zomg this is so enraging. I have zero interest in making small talk with these peeps, and I especially don’t need to reveal my calendar to them. It doesn’t make me feel all warm and fuzzy like a valued customer; if they value me, then they should quit wasting my time with this BS chitchat nonsense.
Obviously, the clerks don’t actually care about my day and have been told to say these dumb things, but why? No one wants to talk about their errands with the bank rep. It’s so effing ridiculous! The only question I want to be asked at the bank is: “Would you like some free samples of our latest batch of cash?”
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