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Why I love Kroger

Hello friends. It has been four long months since my last post, so if you are reading this, that means you are a true friend.

My favorite neighborhood grocery store was having a sale on blueberries today. They were selling a 6 oz box for $1 (as opposed to $4.99) for "plus members", so wanted to picked up 6 boxes of it. During checkout, I tried to input my "plus card" info using my phone number but couldn't get it to work, . So I called the cashier over to help me.

"Hi. For some reason my plus card isn't working. I put my phone number in and it does't recognize it but it worked last night."
"Enter your phone number in again"
(slightly annoyed) "I tried it 4 times already"

"Sir, the reason it doesn't work is because you are typing in the wrong area code. You pressed 732 instead of 734"
"... ... ... my area code is 732"
"oh ... then I can't help you, sorry"

Not only did she assume that I'm an idiot, but she provided no help whatsoever! So did I end up paying $30 for blueberries? Did I panic and storm out of the store? No, I turned to the girl lined up behind me and borrowed her plus card and walked out of Kroger with a ton of blueberries. VICTORY IS MINE!

When I got home, I tried to log on the Kroger website to see why my account wasn't recognized. I typed in my email but it said no account existed, so I went to the help page to find this. See anything wrong with the instructions? Oh Kroger, why are you always so helpful?

Comments

Anonymous said…
that kroger worker was me.
12:05 PM
Matt Mikalatos said…
And I was the nice lady behind you.
2:12 AM
Anonymous said…
oh good, you're still blogging. i though the calabash revolution had taken you out.

so did you experience the green poo?
1:56 PM
carla ramirez said…
did you really post this on january 28th??...i have been randomly check your blog for new posts but i am sure i checked it like two weeks ago or something..anyway....that "change your email" thing is stupid...
6:36 PM
Wilson said…
I came to Michigan the day after this. And we went to Kroger again. To buy more berries.

Then we went through the whole card debacle...again.

When did you start doing staged photoshoots with food?
11:14 AM
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