By Candy Parks - Vice President, Integrated Insight
I love to shop at CVS on Sunday afternoons. It’s routine – it’s therapy. I browse the circular in the newspaper, take
my coupons, and scan my rewards card the minute I walk in the door to see if there
are extra savings surprises awaiting me.
I see the same people every Sunday – they always greet me as I come in and
they remember things about me that I appreciate. They know I buy diapers for my niece who had
a baby. They know I was out last week
because I was traveling on business.
This kind of attention is fine with me.
Last Sunday I walked in and was greeted by someone
new. His greeting was a bit exuberant,
and considering I’m a fairly bubbly person, for me to say something was
exuberant is saying something. Not only
could I hear him, but I’m quite certain shoppers in all four corners of the
store and outside in the parking lot could hear him as well. Just a bit over the top. I chalked it up to ‘new guy trying to make
good’, smiled, responded, and went on my merry way.
Or so I thought.
I’m browsing make-up, and boom – there he is. He loudly tells me a story about helping a
woman pick out lipstick, but he’s not sure he did a good job. I smile and walk away. Clearly a clue I’d like to be left alone. I browse pet treats and boom – there he is to
tell me about his Pomeranian who just died.
I nod sympathetically and move along, wishing he would leave. I hit the greeting cards and boom – there he
is to tell me how smart I am to buy my Easter and Mother’s Day cards
early. By now, I’m more than annoyed.
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