Woman walks into Home Depot
Precisely ironic as walking into bar
Clearly fanning comedies
Greeted by light saving bulbs
Fancy domesticated tools
God do I truly deserve this chastity
I just want paint to cover holes
Who cares about credit cards and APRs
Excuse my pout my chalking mug
Do I know nothing because I’m skirt
Cease debates hurry up it’s getting late
Darling it is cyan magentas not brain surgery
Don’t question my toned theory bless me and mix me go
Must admit that entering Home Depot give-yourself-an-ulcer-stores is exactly how I love spending my mornings.
Collossal amounts of questioning when all you politely want is paint. Mix it grind it. Just give me my paint.
Don’t ask me about my life or how many children I plan to have. Ovaries are exceptionally off topic. Rush and ask Limbaugh.
My liberal brain thanks you with feminine smiles.
Mari, the last time I went into Home Depot I was attacked by customer service reps. I know the “men” just wanted to help, however, I was offended. I have worked construction for over 20 years and I know very well what I am looking for. Just because I am a woman don’t automatically assume that I need assistance! And that’s all I have to say about that….LOL…Peace Jaz
Jaz oh Jaz. .
Murderous I tell ya. .
After all that chaos I forgot the edger, ha.
Peace evermore
I don’t even like to go in there…Too much help is freaking annoying…Well…hopefully you shot them a glance of pure darkness followed by..”paint please”
The ones in Florida are even worse. I kid . .
I smiled politely David, darkness is my horrific kitchen, stay put you’ll see. .
Mari,
I walked in your open window meaning to thank you for coming through mine and choosing to leave it open so you can become a regular visitor..so thank you for that. While I was here, I wandered around a bit, loving every minute of it, but wanted to stop and put it a thought on this post as my first introduction to you. I was going to say my hellos on a Cuba post, but will incorporate that here. My husband was born in Cuba. A small portion, the closest to him, of his family left the country in the mid-sixties when he was a boy. While he values and is proud of his culture and heritage, he is all American. His Mother also, proud of all she has accomplished here, as it was not easy. But she often reminisces about her beloved Cuba and those left behind. The truest and deepest sense of loss came from his Abuelo…who lived to be 99 years old and never a day went by that he did not speak of home. His eyes were haunted, the longing to return obvious. I would love to sit with him while he told stories of the happy times, the laughter and joy, the singing and dancing. He also shared the horrific years spent as a political prisoner. I always wished for him to find the joy again; while he was happy here, he was never home. He’s been gone 3 years now and I miss him and through him, the Cuba of old.
Now, to this post…it’s funny…my husband is a store manager for the Home Depot, and he is likely to be “that guy” that you all speak of. One of the joys of his day is approaching and engaging his customers…more so when he meets one who speaks Spanish. He launches into his native tongue with relish. I had to laugh at your post and the comments. It is for this single reason there tends to be the sometimes overwhelming attempt to be helpful: If 1 person, regardless of who or what, is not asked if they need assistance, and they do in fact need it, that person will not only leave unhappy, they will leave unhappy and tell others of their experience. That can result in multitudes hearing that HD does not train their associates to offer good customer service. Please know, it has NOTHING to do with being a woman…did you know the 2nd highest person in the entire company..is a woman? Please forgive their killing with kindness…it truly is part of their training and a very big part of their success.
Thanks and sorry for using so much white space. Hope you don’t mind.
Blessings,
Rhonda
Hello Rhonda,
Apologies for my late response. Absolutely loved reading this message from you.
What a breath of fresh air. Your husband sounds like someone I would not mine speaking to at Home Depot.
Of course anything Cuba realted is worthy of my ears. The nostalgia is ever so present.
Thank you so much for sharing your story with me, and for following my blog. – Mari