Wegman’s, part deux

So last night I stop at the Giant in New Cumberland on the way home from work. I have maybe a dozen items in my cart. It’s about 6 p.m. and half the checkout lines are closed. I pick the one where the store manager is working the cash register.

I like to watch managers do real work occasionally.

The customer in front of me gets through the lane, and the manager starts on my stuff. Then a big, dirty guy ambles up to the bagging end of the lane, eating something from a broken plastic spoon. He licks off the spoon and puts it somewhere. Then he wipes his hand on his dark, dreggy Giant golf shirt.

I don’t know why. His hand was probably cleaner before he wiped it on the shirt.

This is the guy who is going to put my food into a bag.

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Wegman’s, part deux

So last night I stop at the Giant in New Cumberland on the way home from work. I have maybe a dozen items in my cart. It’s about 6 p.m. and half the checkout lines are closed. I pick the one where the store manager is working the cash register.

I like to watch managers do real work occasionally.

The customer in front of me gets through the lane, and the manager starts on my stuff. Then a big, dirty guy ambles up to the bagging end of the lane, eating something from a broken plastic spoon. He licks off the spoon and puts it somewhere. Then he wipes his hand on his dark, dreggy Giant golf shirt.

I don’t know why. His hand was probably cleaner before he wiped it on the shirt.

This is the guy who is going to put my food into a bag.

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Mark Sept. 16 on your calendar

Picture this:

You’re starting a job in retail for a store that will open in about 3 months. The company gives you three weeks of training – remember, this is retail, the LCD of the business world.

After three weeks of training they send you – no, wait, I mean they drive you – to a store in another city every workday, so you can practice on a cash register in a real store with real customers, with an experienced employee there to help you.

This goes on for months, until the new store opens.

The name of that store?

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Rumors, innuendoes, whining, rants

Remember James Cafe on Market in Camp Hill?

It’s the place that used to have good food and good service, then closed for “remodeling,” then disconnected the phone and then was supposed to reopen any day.

Guess what might maybe possibly be on the edge of the verge of going in there …

Well, according to occasionally reliable sources familiar with the Market Street scene, it’s going to be

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