<p>Parkas with two-way zippers that take six or eight or ten attempts to zip up. Especially in the cold.</p>
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<p>No milk drinkers in this family. :(</p>
<p>I would even be willing to drink coconut milk “creamer,” but that day, nada.</p>
<p>I bought shelf stable liquid creamer just for that occasion! Works in a pinch. But haven’t we all forgotten exactly what it was we really went to the store to get.</p>
<p>Catsthatspillwateronkeyboardssothespacebardoesn’tworkanymore:(</p>
<p>Home Depot. They must train their employees in how to abuse their customers. I hate going in there. You can’t find anything and if you dare ask for help you are treated like dirt.</p>
<p>Lol!!!</p>
<p>Glue bottles that were designed 50 years ago and don’t work, never worked and will never work until somebody with a basic understanding of physics redesigns them.</p>
<p>Kids that ask a question that you just gave the answer to and they would have heard that answer if they hadn’t been talking to the person across from them.</p>
<p>Parents who take their kids to the caribbean during school weeks and then expect the teachers to get them caught up on work missed, even if it means taking time away from the kids that showed up every day.</p>
<p>Thanks for the vent.</p>
<p>sewhappy, I think at our Home Depot they recently changed what they tell employees to do for customers. Now, when I go there (and I seem to be going there at least once a week), they greet me, ask if they can help me, walk clear across the store to lead me to something, and are just generally all-around wonderful. This is a refreshing change from twenty years ago when one fellow starting cursing like a sailor because someone stole his sample book.</p>
<p>That horrible hard plastic packaging that seems to be on everything. I love you Costco, but I’m not buying printer ink in your store again. I’d need a blowtorch to extract it from the packaging!</p>
<p>lol, VeryHappy!</p>
<p>It seems to vary from Costco to Costco. My neighbors all warned me not to go to the one near me. It’s sort of like Seinfeld’s Soup Nazi episodes. I always seem to be in a hurry and tell myself I can take the abuse but each time I get more roughed up. Yesterday, I sort of ran out of the store in shock and out on the sidewalk there were two gentlemen just trying to recover from the treatment. We all agreed it is just crazy! These were contractor guys who work in New Jersey. Not panty waists! They were just shaking . . .</p>