Supermarket Leeches, NYC: the city of 3 million battles
4:16 PMThere’s nothing I hate more than those attention-hungry leeches equipped with a clip board and a handsome smile ready to jump out at y...
4:16 PM
There’s nothing I hate more than those attention-hungry leeches
equipped with a clip board and a handsome smile ready to jump out at you the
second you make eye contact with them. You know the people I’m talking about,
right? They usually hide behind bushes at your local Trader Joe’s or Whole
Foods, wear a khaki or lime green apron, and are more often than not super good
looking? I’m speaking of the ever annoying advertisers, trying to sell you a
grocery delivery service, or collect data for a recipe app or get you a free
haircut? To be honest, I don’t really know what they are trying to sell—because
I’ve never spoken to them. But they ALWAYS try to stop me. They’ll try to reel
me in with a phrase like, “Can I ask you a question, how do YOU cook?”
I will never have enough time to stop to talk to them.
Usually, my trips to Trader Joe’s are squished between a commute from work and
dinner. I’m ravenous and have the grocery list categorized by isles for
efficiency. The only thing I have time for is the predictably 25-minute- long checkout
line, which I don’t really have time for either—but I make up for by answering emails
on my phone.
I do however, often consider going up to them and asking
them to give me the contact information of their Business Developing team. I
seriously need to talk to the marketing professional who thought it was a good
idea to harass innocent Trader Joe’s customers as they are trying to purchase
their favorite frozen-isle meals expediently. What makes you think that I want
to talk to you?!?!?!? You are literally standing in the way of a very specific
mission-oriented trip that has nothing to do with speaking to strangers about
how often I get my hair cut.
Has this marketing team ever thought about negative
associations? If I were ever verbally molested (yes, I’m using strong terms but
I am trying to get a point across) by a person standing in the way of me and my
Peppermint Joe Joe’s Ice Cream trying to sell me X product, the next time I
came across X product, I would immediately be turned off by it. Like that one
Chris Evans movie where he can’t eat Captain Crunch cereal because when his mom
left him as a kid, she left the goodbye note pasted onto the box of the
delicious treat. (I really like Chris Evans ok? Despite all of the terrible
projects he’s been involved in that now crowd my “Because You Watched ‘What’s Your
Number’” on Netflix).
I’ve also considered yelling directly at them “Don’t come
near me!!!!” or “Stay away you handsome devil!!” or sign to them in ASL that I can’t
hear them. However, I’ve failed every time. I’m crippled and my raging anger
transforms into the gentlest grandma and says “I’m so sorry, I’m in a rush!”
The moral of this story is that in New York and in this
world sometimes you have to pick your battles. Should I scream at the man on
the subway who keeps miss-swiping his MetroCard and causing delays or take a
deep breath and file a complaint to the MTA for its outdated system once I get
home? Do I send a strongly worded email to my grandma pleading her to stop
forwarding me catholic prayer email chains or do I take a deep breath and
defend my sister during the inevitable Christmas dinner attack? Every time I
see a handsome man in a khaki and lime green apron, I want to chuck his
clipboard against the pavement until it comes apart in a million little splinters.
But every time, I just, don’t.