Not making ugly comments about your find of a hard working person, but isn't it strange that we find it so rare as to make a comment about this. It use to be normal ?
Price break on a quantity of 48 if you want to check it with your local dealer...
I think we're also sorta commenting give someone that might not have the background you're needing but otherwise a good candidate a chance.
Someone took a chance on all of us.
The local Von's here has some real slacker baggers. One kid was wandering the parking lot,on his phone with a shopping cart used as a stabilizing device as he walks. I had to work fast and hard when I worked for the markets. They even tolerate man-buns a new low in trending male hairstyles. it's a different world.As any of you know that have to hire people lately it is a rare occasion when you hire someone with a great attitude combined with a willingness to learn!
I was extremely fortunate to get this guy!!!
Doesn’t mean that we won’t mess with him a little....
Just to let you know Old School Politeness is still around. When Penny goes into town without me they bag her groceries take them to the car and put them in the trunk, where she buys gas they serve gals AT NO EXTRA CHARGEThe grocery store that my mom used had baggers with special upright two wheeled parking lot carts. They bagged your goods and wheeled the load out to your car and then placed them in the trunk or where ever.
Green stamps! next it will be gas jockey's fill up with premium sir? check the oil today?
Nah kid, just three bucks wash the glass all around.
That 3 bucks got you almost 8 gallons back then 1973.
BIG,
Good to hear old school politeness is still practiced and courtesy is the norm in small town Big Sky Country.
But now I digress (again) back to my gas jockey days in the early 70's.
Customer pulls in, bell goes ding ding. We had to jog on out, ask for a fill up, suggest oil check and washing glass was SOP. they even had mystery shoppers that checked your service to the customer. Those SOB's would buy a small amount and always pay with a card so they'd get your initials.
But now it's saturday night and the cute girls are headed out looking nice and such. Mind you, we're working for basically gas money. We had a code to let the other guy know that might want to come help us with a car.
All we had to do was stomp on the bell hose a few times while washing glass or walking around. Ding ding, ding Ding etc.
The other jockey would waltz on out ask some stupid question and check out the situation.
Ah yes, the good old days.
Hi Penny.
Gary