Dear Albertsons,
My name is Kevin Jones, and I am writing today to inform you of how disappointed I was with your store located at the corner of Belt Line and Plano Road in Richardson, TX. I arrived at the store at 10:51 p.m. on Wednesday, January 22, 2003, to purchase perhaps a magazine and some 12-packs of soda, but when I turned to the right and went to the magazine alcove, there was a gentleman in a stocking cap, coat, T-shirt, and blue jeans lying on the floor of the store with magazines from the racks strewn around him. As I approached, he looked up briefly and then, his curiosity apparently satisfied, he returned to reading. As I attempted to look at the magazines around the alcove, I couldn’t help but notice the amount of gluteal cleavage this man was displaying while in the store.
At this point, I know it sounds like the entire thing was a joke, but I only wish it were. I immediately turned and left the store. The skeleton evening crew was busy serving customers, so I didn’t get a chance to speak with the night manager about the situation, but the impression that was left on me was this:
This wasn’t really a customer, because even the most rational customer has more dignity than this. Usually, children and sometimes teens will sit and read, but not most adults. Therefore, the assumption I made based on the time was that this man was a stocker for your store. While he may be a good worker and a good human being at heart, he certainly wasn’t in the break room, and as a result, I feel less inclined to go to your stores. Overall, up until the introduction of the special card savings program, my wife and I shopped frequently at Albertsons, but that was already growing less and less frequent as it became less convenient for us. However, occasional quick needs would still merit a visit, but now, I don’t feel inclined to visit that particular store anymore.
Sincerely,
Kevin Jones
lopey@lopeyland.com