Andrew Hamlin 2 p.m., Nov. 14
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Food for Thought
Lately I’ve been buying most of my groceries at a certain grocery store…not sure if I’m allowed to name it here so let’s just call it “Dons.” Most people in PQ either shop at “Dons” or the other store, which we’ll just call “Gator Brothers.” Gator Brothers is cheaper, but Dons has better customer service. If you’re looking for some obscure foodstuff (i.e. “Excuse me, could you help direct me to the German schwartzbrod?”) they will lead you right to it with an enthusiam befitting a quest for the Holy Grail.
Plus, the bag boys (that’s not politically correct, is it?) at Dons always ask if I need help out to my car, no matter how many (or few) items I’m buying. I guess that’s life in the ‘burbs for you….
I had to laugh the other day, though, when I stopped there after work to pick up a magazine and box of feminine hygiene products. “Would you like any help out to your car?” the gangly, red-faced, teenage boy asked earnestly.
“No thanks,” I said, quickly grabbing the plastic bag and making a beeline for the door. Maybe there IS such a thing as too much customer service.