I appreciate the wonderful renovations that have been completed at the Spec’s store on Smith. The large globe thingy at the entrance adds just the right touch of majesty to my booze shopping. That being said, the more upscale the place gets, the more uptight the staff gets. My dad was there a couple of weeks ago and brought in his pack. Man purse. Whatever you call it. Inside of that bag he had his business checkbook, digital camera, phone, etc. The guy at the door said he’d have to leave his bag at the front counter. Dad said no I don’t and went back to his car. I’d be the same way. I’m not going to leave all my shit at the front counter where a nose-picking, bored-out-of-her-mind checker is not paying any attention to it. Of course, since I’m a woman, they don’t ask me to leave my bag at the front. And I don’t carry a purse. I carry a messenger bag. Plenty big to score some expensive wine or scotch. As Dad said, the security at Spec’s is sexist.
But that doesn’t mean they don’t stop women. They just stop them for other “violations.” Today I picked up some mufalettas to take to Granddad’s for lunch. You have to wait about 15 minutes for them to make the sandwich, so rather than just stand there and stare at the deli staff, I walked up front to pay for my food. This is an activity that is actually recommended on a little sheet at the deli counter. Seemed like a good idea, and I was in a hurry. When I left with my food, I exited out the in-door. A guy followed me to the parking lot, demanding to see my receipt. Yes, I’m going to shoplift a fucking sandwich while walking calmly out the door. Jackass. I’m sure he was “just doing his job,” but I think he could have used some common sense to figure out that the long, thin piece of white paper I was carrying was probably my receipt.
Granddad said the original Spec’s was so large, the workers wore roller skates to get from one end to the other. The place has a totally different vibe now. Spec must be turning over in his grave. Hope he kept his receipt.