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The following story is true. The names have been changed to protect the imbeciles. My name is Joe Monday and I work for a national sales and marketing company in supermarkets. I often think to myself that it is a WONDER how people get lost in supermarkets these days. Today was no exception.
 
It was a Wednesday in January. it was freezing outside and cold inside too. It  was about 9:30 in the morning. My merchandising team was split up around the supermarket we were working in on Long Island, NY. I was working with a representative from Proctor and Gamble..a pretty young woman named Betty Ann Kroller.  We were in the laundry detergent aisle  .As we had to empty the shelves moving products, there were shopping carts and milk crates and products on the floor making it hard for customers to navigate the aisle. But the TIDE was basically staying in the same spot.
 
An elderly woman who looked like she was freezing and in need of a shave in my opinion approached me. She said."I can't find the Welch's Grape Jelly. I'm Mrs. Kaplotnick. My son usually shops for me but he's in bed with the flu. ".  I gave her my condolences  and said I don't work for the store and worked for an outside company and didn't know where the grape jelly was.  I asked her if she had even looked for the grape jelly but apparently she had entered the store and ended up in the laundry detergent aisle.  To me, if you can't find something , I assume you have attempted to look for it first.  Betty Ann didn't want to go near the woman.She looked more disoriented than someone coming off a giant scrambler ride at an amusement park.  I told her that I believed the Welch's Grape Jelly was in an aisle near the other end of the store near the bread. I have worked in the peanut butter and jelly section there before.
 
I suggested that she SKIPPY to the other end of the store but realized her mobility was limited as she had a cane. I would have sent her to customer service but there was a line there mostly for folks buying lotto tickets or cashing in receipts from bottles and cans they had put in machines. . Realizing this woman was no Dora the Explorer or Leif Ericson, I humorously said I'd organize a search party to find that elusive jar of Welch's Grape Jelly.  She looked at me like a confused lost soul.
 
Then I spotted a store employee, a rare sight in this supermarket. As I motioned for him to come over, I read his name tag, Bubba.  I explained to him that I was too busy to leave the aisle with the mess on the floor. I asked him if he could please escort Mrs. Kaplotnick to the Welch's Grape Jelly.  Seeing I was in a pickle, Bubba  said he'd help the elderly woman though he had other obligations at the moment and really didn't give a jam.  No WONDER BREAD is so hard to find in this store.
 

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I really don't give a jam..................

That's what Bubba said. Thanks for responding. 

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